Murasaki put up no fuss beyond his hands taking a better hold on Aoi's upper thighs to brace himself. Soft moans purred around the rod that filled his throat and mouth. As air was pumped into his airways, denying him a chance to breathe his eyes started to tear slightly from the pressure, though he didn't let up. No, this was the sort of thing that he enjoyed. It wasn't uncommon for Murasaki to lose himself in the tactile pleasure and pass out from a lack of oxygen.<br/><br/>As his body quivered from the strain of perching on his tall wooden sandals and grasping at consciousness as he tried to focus on his task, there came a faint 'schlop' sound. This was accompanied by a small groan of vigor. There was little doubt he had some sort of toy in his rectum, and judging by the lack of something hitting the floor it was likely a string of anal beads.