I don't think so.
When I give a girl the ol' pink banana, I don't expect her to moan loud enough to make the roof cave in, while obviously enjoying herself as much as she would be if she were watching paint dry.
That, ladies and gentlemen, is professionally-shot prawnography.
I don't expect her to make any noise at all (if she does, no problem, it's just not indispensable to me). I expect her to enjoy it a bit more than watching paint dry or grass grow.
I don't expect her to enjoy it if I were to let my baby pudding flow into her eyes and nose like you see in blue pictures. I wouldn't enjoy it either.
I don't consider the pink banana a staple food. Doesn't need to be eaten every time. On the other hand, if I go and wave/kiss hello to the man in the boat, I expect the favour to be returned.
I do expect her to eat my baby pudding if she wants it in her mouth. It's nutritious, delicious, I cooked it up specifically for her, and it's worth its weight in gold. Spitting it out would be comparable to asking a Michelin-starred chef his favourite food, ordering it, and then spitting it out in front of him.
I expect anal ("The Baby Cannon - Inert Trainer"). I love anal. It's my favourite kind of horizontal recreation. I expect her to like it as well, and ask for it once in a while, at least.
I expect her to look at rumpy pumpy with the same sort of cheerful enthusiasm one may have for a back-gammon or Monopoly match on a rainy day. This isn't in prawnography, it just bears mention.
I expect her NOT to regard it as an opportunity for chunder-inducing pet names, cuddling, scented candles, and/or anything you might find in a Harlequin book or "Twilight". Just like in the blue pictures, I'd prefer no nonsense and more action.
Finally, I DO expect, and I mean ALWAYS, patience. If it takes me half an hour or more to load and fire the baby cannon, I expect her to enjoy this. In return, I will load and fire the baby cannon multiple times in succession.