[There's a limit to his self-control, and asking for this in the first place is already letting loose. The man closes his eyes, breathing quietly as he grips the bedspread, not realising what problem Crow was encountering. He just squirms, the last two joints in his legs curling up, and then relaxing as Crow cntinues.]

The insides were soft and squishy thankfully, and once you get through the hard ring, it's warm and pleasant. However, there's no give to the hard, spider hole.]