"Oh...Alana, you're so tight," he moaned to her, being careful of the arm that was still in a sling, though so far he had been using it as if it were almost healed. Soon, there wouldn't be need for the sling anymore, though there would forever be a round scar where the bullet had penetrated, both on his skin and on the bone. However, for the time being, he focused on speeding his thrusts up to increase the pleasure.