Hans Larsson

"A bitchy fucking diva? I love it, babe. I can be a diva anytime you want."

The trashy Swede giggling and loving Rekker's fingers lathering through his blond wet strands. It was erotic and the singer was being a bit of a tease now just arching his back a little, whilst making pleased noises in the back of his throat. His mind creating all sorts of dirty fantasies.

"Have you ever fucked in a shower before?"

It was an honest question and one the singer couldn't but ask as his mind was now firmly in the gutter, or rather, the drain hole of the shower. Bjorn winked at Rekker and then gently slid a finger tip down the Brit's chest, touching lightly, just sliding down between his pectoral muscles.