Hans Larsson

"You fucking bet I'd rather a hot, sexy ginger hand slap my peachy pale ass. You fucking love it too!"

Bjorn stuck his tongue out at Rekker and laughed. As for being the grumpy bastard's whore all night? The Swede loved the idea but would play hard to get as he often did with his lovers. It was just a little game he liked to play which helped the mood and was also fucking arousing too.

"What if I don't want to do what you tell me? You fucking grouchy asshole."

The trashy singer bit Rekker softly on the right bicep and couldn't help but snort out a giggle. He was high on sex and just wanted to be fucked all night just wanting the ginger to claim him as his own. Yet, at the same time he would act like a spoiled little bitch.

"You love it I'm a bitchy little glam princess."