He's expecting Burr to hit his ass, so the sound he makes is a punched-out, shocked one. He twists his head to the side, squirms a little to feel the knee pushing him down, oh, yes, he likes it, the sharp shocks of impact, the rushing heat to the stinging flesh. When Burr's finger works inside him, Alexander lets out a sort of yowl, thready with need.

He is tight, as always. He can be used and used and used, and an hour later he is a vise. Wet as October (he is a little wet all the time, lately), but a vise.

"Oh, Daddy," and he grinds his cock against the bed, "my little cunt is so tight," as he gasps sharply for breath, "so good, how could I refuse? Anyone can use me, anyone, hit me, please hit me again," though he lets out a bereft sound if the finger pulls away.