When the two of them got together like this Drake couldn't deny how good they were, it felt like in that moment is Jas would stop then Drake would literally die getting tossed on the bed only made him more needy to get Jas back inside him. He whimpered and withered as he looked pleadingly to Jas to fuck him again and he got his wish. All to have the world flipped again. In that moment though Drake felt like a succubus brought to life as he groaned already starting to shift his hips. "Of course... anything for you Master." he added without hesitation finding he now had almost limitless energy to push his muscles to move straddling Jas's cock and also to squeeze down around him the best he could.<br/><br/>"I want to be your good whore please..." he said with another whimper almost ready to cry from the desperation as something told him Jas wanted this all without him even touching his cock. At this point the poor think was so strained and needy only a few strokes would do it but he held of trying to lick at the fingers touching lips and doing his best to make the thrusts line up with his abused prostate as he could feel the arousal looping and building inside of him. In those moments nothing mattered but please Jas and meeting his Master's needs.