Slipping a knee under some of Rampage's legs, Sixshot shoves his friend's aft higher, angling him just right for even deeper thrusts. This was probably the weirdest sex the Sixer has ever had and he didn't even have a clear enough head to appreciate it.

Well, that's not entirely true, except the amount of clear head he had was mostly dedicated to feeling somewhat smug. Well. Actually a lot smug. Reducing this particular afthead into a squirming, wanton pile of crab was a pretty damn good feeling.