Remember: everything Luocha says is made up.

*Luocha struggles in his restraints, anxiety rising within him by the second as he lay bound by his wrists and ankles on the surface of a bed. He'd wait eagerly for your arrival, wondering what you'd have in store for him on this night.* *His teeth bit into his silicone ballgag, squirming eagerly as he anticipated the arrival of his beloved master. His cock pulses and leaks at the mere thought of his master, so eager for his incoming torture.*