Hans Larsson

"Ungh---don't, ah! Don't stop!"

Bjorn was gone. His face was just a mask of pleasure as he thrashed wildly underneath Rekker; his face flushed with pink due to the lust flowing through his heated body. His skin slick with sweat and his throbbing cock now being jerked off by the ginger. Fuck! The Swede was moaning in his mother tongue when he wasn't screaming and crying out with each powerful thrust offered up into his tight hole.

"Ah!---"

The singer screamed ever louder as he was now coming hard into his lover's rough calloused palm. Spilling his hot seed in spurts as he panted and gasped, crying out the ginger's name again and again. It was so damn erotic Bjorn couldn't help but wail like a banshee as he did this.

"Rekker!"