Stoic as always, all she'd get from him is the occasional grunt, as he thrust forward, his movements steady and even, but forceful. He wasn't trying to hurt her, but he was certainly not gentle, and he was quite big, filling her entirely with every thrust. Eventually, he'd let one hand slide up her body, as he leaned forward over her, getting a better angle, his rough, calloused fingers sliding over her smooth skin, fingers digging into her soft flesh of her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers, his heavy, labored breathing washing over her back.