It does everything for Cesare's ego to watch Lydia gag slightly. He smirks and places a hand up against the one on his thigh, brushing against her fingers in a quiet action of support, while his other hand moves into her hair.

"You're doing well. Keep going. Don't worry if it feels like too much. I won't let you do anything we wouldn't want. Put your hand here," he says as he moves her hand to his the base of his cock, so that part of him will get at least some action, even if she couldn't deepthroat a damn popsicle.