Those screams of pleasure from the Swede shallowed Rekker's breath to the point he felt lightheaded, panting as he felt Bjorn buck back into his thrusts. He felt possessive and his hand grabbed on tighter where he had a hold of the blonde's crotch and hips. All he wanted right now was to own the feminine bastard in his arms.
"Fuck, Bjorn." The speed slowed, replaced by slamming thrusts as Rekker wants to get as far in as their bodies would allow. "You feel good, you tight assed bitch."
Those words came out loud, growled, possessive. Rekker burying his sweat covered forehead in the crook of Bjorn's neck as the orgasm hitches his rhythm, pausing as he starts to come and then pumping as he finishes.
"Come you little whore." Rekker growled into his ear because the Swede still hadn't gotten off. Rekker's experience was with women, though he messed around with men it rarely got this far. If Bjorn was a woman he'd keep thrusting and finger her to get her off. There's only a second before his mind jumps to what must be the male equivalent. Wrapping his hand around Bjorn's cock, stroking him fast like the pace of his thrusting hips.
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Those screams of pleasure from the Swede shallowed Rekker's breath to the point he felt lightheaded, panting as he felt Bjorn buck back into his thrusts. He felt possessive and his hand grabbed on tighter where he had a hold of the blonde's crotch and hips. All he wanted right now was to own the feminine bastard in his arms.
"Fuck, Bjorn." The speed slowed, replaced by slamming thrusts as Rekker wants to get as far in as their bodies would allow. "You feel good, you tight assed bitch."
Those words came out loud, growled, possessive. Rekker burying his sweat covered forehead in the crook of Bjorn's neck as the orgasm hitches his rhythm, pausing as he starts to come and then pumping as he finishes.
"Come you little whore." Rekker growled into his ear because the Swede still hadn't gotten off. Rekker's experience was with women, though he messed around with men it rarely got this far. If Bjorn was a woman he'd keep thrusting and finger her to get her off. There's only a second before his mind jumps to what must be the male equivalent. Wrapping his hand around Bjorn's cock, stroking him fast like the pace of his thrusting hips.