Boombox whimpered, his visor displaying distress. He squirmed, his whimpers growing louder. He tried to meet your gaze, tears blurring his vision. He cleared his throat, saying, “O-owww! Slow down!” He complained, overwhelmed with pleasure. He buried his face in the sheets, arching his back. He relaxed when you slowed, whispering, “Hmmmpp…thank you, Anon…I love you…”