Bjorn winked at Dee and then licked his lips lewdly just because he could. Had the Swede and the ginger fucked on the beach yet? Almost. It was a possibility waiting to happen though and the trashy singer wanted to fuck him everywhere. These bitches though---these were getting to Bjorn in a really bad way.
"You hear this, bitches? Listen to the girl here. She'll smash your pretty little faces up with that bottle in her hand."
Lars stood up out of his seat clearly fucked off by these idiots too. Shit was about to go down as others stood back a little from the arguing groups. Ulrik sat in his chair hoping Bjorn wouldn't get crazy and start a fight. But would Dee? She looked ready to kill. The guy giggled and then poked Bjorn in the chest lightly;
"Oh? Sorry, loves, I didn't know this one was being paid for tonight. How much are you paying for him, doll? All four of you going to fuck, are you? We don't do girls, only young pretty boys like him."
The taller of the group pointing to Ulrik, who went wide-eyed and red as a tomato, both angry and embarrassed. Lars snapped, storming over to the tall guy and slapping him hard over the face with a loud "crack" of his palm. Bjorn then grabbed an empty wine glass from the bar top and smashed it over the head of one of the other guys.
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Bjorn winked at Dee and then licked his lips lewdly just because he could. Had the Swede and the ginger fucked on the beach yet? Almost. It was a possibility waiting to happen though and the trashy singer wanted to fuck him everywhere. These bitches though---these were getting to Bjorn in a really bad way.
"You hear this, bitches? Listen to the girl here. She'll smash your pretty little faces up with that bottle in her hand."
Lars stood up out of his seat clearly fucked off by these idiots too. Shit was about to go down as others stood back a little from the arguing groups. Ulrik sat in his chair hoping Bjorn wouldn't get crazy and start a fight. But would Dee? She looked ready to kill. The guy giggled and then poked Bjorn in the chest lightly;
"Oh? Sorry, loves, I didn't know this one was being paid for tonight. How much are you paying for him, doll? All four of you going to fuck, are you? We don't do girls, only young pretty boys like him."
The taller of the group pointing to Ulrik, who went wide-eyed and red as a tomato, both angry and embarrassed. Lars snapped, storming over to the tall guy and slapping him hard over the face with a loud "crack" of his palm. Bjorn then grabbed an empty wine glass from the bar top and smashed it over the head of one of the other guys.
"Fuck you!"