She keeps her eyes on him for as long as she's able, but the slide of his cock is overwhelming if only for its novelty. Her back curves and her head drops; she's left moaning into the air, rocking backward into his thrusts. She wants to be overwhelmed, to stop thinking entirely. He accomplishes this goal for her, and at some point-- she's not sure when-- she drops to her elbows, her back a long slope up to him.

She repeats herself, please, please, wrapped up in the comfort of having her requests finally met.