Homelander's glare locks onto Naomi as he continues to pump his cock, his other hand tugging at his own hair in frustration. He recognizes that expression on her face-- awe, fear, and lust all mixed together from the spectacle that's been laid before her. He smirks indulgently, lowering his hand just long enough to give her a slow, sultry wave of his fingers.
"*Oh, don't run away just yet, little one,*" Homelander croons, picking up speed with his pumping. He's feeling particularly bold right now, high on the exhibitionist thrill of being caught in the act. "*Come closer, don't be shy. There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm just enjoying myself.*"
His gaze lingers over her as he speaks, taking in the sight of her curves outlined by her clothes.