Oh! That small slap shouldn't have felt that good given Isaac's life and yet he whimpered at it, liking how that heat felt. "I need you to fuck me," he moaned, even as he moved to slide around, get himself in the right position. No reserve cowboy for them. Not that night. He wanted to see Alan's face.

"See how this works," he asked, shifting to position himself over Alan's thighs.