Hans Larsson

"Good. That's the way I like my men after they've fucked my tight ass."

Bjorn shot Rekker a dirty wink and then sighed in contentment. When was the last time he'd been fucked so roughly like that? Ulrik was the last lover the Swede had and he was nowhere near as rough as the Brit. Fuck. The squeezing of his cheeks got the singer moaning dirtily once more as he grabbed Rekker's jaw and kissed him passionately on the lips, biting the lower one.

"Do you want me to be your whore all night, babe? Don't worry, I won't charge you."

The Swede tapped the ginger on the nose and giggled.