Hans Larsson

"I'm might be a whore but I'm your whore, babe."

The Swede wiggled his hips suggestively before removing his panties with his fingers, teasing the Brit by removing them slowly and then kicking them off into the corner with the rest of his clothes. A small trail of blond hair delving low from his navel into the thatch of hair above his cock. His body was toned with athletic muscle on his arms and abdomen showing off the more masculine side of his physique.

"If you're sure. Don't worry, I'll make sure to be a good boy in the shower."

Famous last words. The Swede couldn't help but become a little aroused already at sharing the shower with the ginger Brit. He was hot.