"You'd better because those you just fucking ripped were special to me! Fake leather or not they are still my clothes you needy fuck."

Bjorn giggled and loved how rough Rekker was being with him. Just goading the ginger on was part of the fun since he loved to get his own way, even smashed and drunk. The Brit sugar daddy would go shopping with him so he could get spoiled rotten. The Swede liked this idea and found it cute.

"It's not fucking shit---"

The singer squeaked and then kicked off the last remains of his pants and then removed his boots. The large heeled kinky boots kicked off behind his head. Feeling the guitarist's calloused hands over his hips caused the blond to moan lewdly. His own hands fumbling for the ginger's zipper on his pants.

"Mmmm----fuck me."