Rekker didn't need the encouragement to be rough with someone, especially a teasing little bitch like this Swede. The bucking brought a loud, gasped growl from the Brit. Bjorn was so tight and soft against his skin that he felt like he was out of his mind.
"You better scream if I do." His voice had dropped to the rasping growl of a voice he used sometimes on stage, here though it was instinct and not intention. He slipped his hand down palming the singer's crotch and cupping his balls. Grasping tighter he yanked the Swede back into every thrust, gaining speed and indulging in the feel of Bjorn's soft ass pushing between his thighs. He buried his face into the side if his neck, almost nuzzling there before he bit just below the ear.
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"You better scream if I do." His voice had dropped to the rasping growl of a voice he used sometimes on stage, here though it was instinct and not intention. He slipped his hand down palming the singer's crotch and cupping his balls. Grasping tighter he yanked the Swede back into every thrust, gaining speed and indulging in the feel of Bjorn's soft ass pushing between his thighs. He buried his face into the side if his neck, almost nuzzling there before he bit just below the ear.