Hans Larsson

"You don't need to get trashy bitches when you have me. They don't know anything about fucking like I do."

Bjorn knew he was spouting bullshit but he didn't care. He just wanted to be with Rekker and to lay with him for the first time. That lick caused the singer to squeak a little in pleasure and he felt his cock throb hard. If the Brit wanted it harder than the Swede would oblige.

"Kinky fucker aren't you?"

Raking his nails down Rekker's arm harder, Bjorn gasped and arched up off the side of the hot tub, moaning and whimpering with need. Did he crave cock? Oh yes. Would he beg? He certainly would if the ginger bastard didn't give him what he wanted and soon. Opening his legs wider he then reached up and grabbed a handful of ginger hair pulling roughly.