Hans Larsson

Bjorn felt Rekker slip out of him and then almost collapsed onto the Brit's hot sweaty chest. It had been a good fuck and now the Swede was spent. Exhausted but happy. What a ride! He kissed Rekker on the lips, slow and sensual as his hand came up to cup the metalhead's cheek.

"You were fucking amazing, babe. What a cock! So big and filling. How are you feeling?"

The Swede nibbling the ginger's jaw slightly as he tried to breathe normally once more. When had he been fucked like that before? Not like this. So rough and dominant. Usually, his lovers were other feminine glam men or softer masculine. Rekker was all masculine and he fucking loved it.