You don't—haaugh! [Basch rocks in deeper and his back arches sweetly, hips trembling at the pleasant stretch of his larger-than-normal cock.] You don't have to work for that... I don't want anyone else.

[teeth bite and fingers pull at his chains, driving his pleasure and need all the higher. Out of his mind is something the blond won't struggle to make him reach, by any means.]

No one else... haah... could ever please me like you. Oh, God—

[He feels pleasantly breathless too, wants to kiss but doesn't want the biting to cease.]