"Fuck off, bitch. It gets you hot when I tell you what the fuck to do." Rekker had noticed that his aggressive demands flushed the singer or got little gasps sometimes.
As soon as Bjorn pulled him free Rekker was lubing up his cock. The bottle, unneeded now, was thrown in the front.
"You won't be complaining when you're shoved full of my cock." Rekker paused and then figured he was going to have to buy Bjorn pants so why did anything else matter? The Brit grabbed a handful of the pink fabric and ripped the panties off too. There was something animalistic in the clothes tearing that his drunk mind latched on to. Fuck, it felt good to shred his clothes.
Bjorn was too drunk to even notice the lube bottle thrown into the front seat as he was gagging for cock almost. His ass being wiggled in front of the ginger Brit, teasing and open for pounding. The Swede gasped loudly when he heard his panties get ripped off in Rekker's lust-filled rage. Fuck! Now he was going to have to get new panties! Or rather get Rekker to buy him some new ones. Lots of new ones.
"My fucking clothes! I'll have nothing left after you've shredded everything. You owe me, bitch!"
The blond couldn't help but groan at the feeling of having his clothes ripped by his hot lover though. Fuck, it made Bjorn's cock throb even harder which was hanging hard and hot between his pale thighs.
"I'll just keep you naked in my bed and ready to fuck like a harlot." Rekker's lust was raging. He wanted to rip off more clothing but the Swede was already naked. For a moment he admired the view, hands roughly caressing his lover's ass and hips. He looked so good eager and teasing.
Growling he grabbed on to the singer's hips and had to use his other to steady himself on the seat. He's so fucking drunk but painfully horny. One hard pull on his lover and he was shoved inside, moaning from the feeling of finally gettingbhis cock into Bjorn'stight ass.
"Fuck." The word came out as a moan while he tried to get his balance. He didn't care if they fell and started pounding Bjorn, rough and without restraint. Once he gets the rhythm Rekker let's go of those soft hips to get a handful of hair at the back of the Swede's head, using it as leverage to yank him back into the thrusts.
Did Bjorn want to lay in Rekker's bed all day like a slutty harlot? Of course he fucking did. The man was a trashy bitch and everyone knew it. Oh---that yank to his hair and the way the ginger thrust into his tight ass caused the singer to let out a loud yelp of pleasure mixed with a slight stinging pain. He was smashed but he could still feel the way Rekker's thick cock stretched his tight ring painfully.
"Oh fuck!---"
The Swede swore in his mother tongue and let out a slew of curses, gasping and pushing back into those thrusts. He wanted this badly and was now moaning like the whore he was. But he was Rekker's private whore, no one else's. His hands braced himself on the seat, grabbing onto whatever he could find for leverage as he let his ginger bastard fuck him roughly.
"Scream, bitch." Rekker growled the words between gasps. He's drunk, louder than usual and panting from the exertion but he's not going to stop. When asked he gets rougher, pulling Bjorn up to nearly sitting in his lap so he can kiss and then bite the bitchy Swede's shoulder.
"You want your tight ass sore in the morning?" Rekker asks as he picks up speed, slamming roughly into Bjorn and near crying out at how erotic it is to take his lover without restraint. Then he's back to biting the Swede as roughly as he's fucking him. The grip on Bjorn's hair gets tighter, pulling his head back. He's getting rougher by the minute, so close to getting off but having trouble from being so drunk.
It didn't take long for the trashy Swede to start screaming loudly with pleasure, reaching around to grab some of Rekker's ginger hair, pulling whatever he could reach with his outstretched fingers. It felt so good to have his ginger bastard ramming into his tight ass with that hot cock of his and the roughness, well--that was fucking hot!
"Ahh---fuck! Don't stop, you fucking ginger bastard!--"
Bjorn whimpered and moaned long and loud, gasping with each powerful thrust Rekker offered, gasping for breath and feeling his orgasm near with every rough movement of the Brit behind him. His fingers moving to grab at any piece of skin he could find on the ginger, using his nails to rake down the other man's naked skin.
He's wild and out of control when drunk, and even more into pain. When Bjorn grabs at his hair the Brit turns his head into it, letting him get ahold of even more. The rough pulling getting deep moans from the ginger as he pounded his lover.
"Cum, you dirty bitch." He demanded but it was almost cut off by a needy moan when those nails caught his arm, raking down. "I want to fill your tight ass."
Those lusty whimpers were the hottest damned sounds, shoving Rekker closer to orgasm. Letting go of the bleach blond hair to get both hands on Bjorn's hips, more leverage giving him the ability to thrust even harder into his trashy bitch. As he pounded, his hands dug in and were probably going to leave hand prints bruised in the pale skin. He couldn't stop and his gasped moans were louder than ever. The windows of the car steamed up and foggy from the heat inside. They had to do this more often because it was so fucking lewd and sexy. Especially here with the car just parked on the side of the road near a busier area.
Bjorn screamed in pleasure at how rough Rekker was being with his thrusts. He wanted it. All of it. Just being filled with the ginger Brit's cock was sending shockwaves of pleasure through the Swede's body causing him to buck backwards and scratch any of Rekker's skin he could find.
"Then cum in my ass you rough fuck!--"
The Swede knew he wouldn't last long, not at this rough pace, and he was drunk as fuck so just moaned louder, feeling his muscles begin to clench up around his thighs. Shit! The bruises would feel so good in the morning because they were made by his ginger lover. He panted and let out a stream of expletives in his native tongue whilst throwing his head back, whining loudly.
The bucking and scratching was everything the Brit wanted. "You're fucking perfect."
In the haze of drunken lust, he felt it even more intensely than usual. Rekker was falling in love with the bitchy whore that he couldn't stop fucking. He threw his head back growling from the exertion of pounding the tight Swede. The Brit didn't have much in the way of nails but those last few rough thrusts had him scratching, digging his nails into the surely bruised, soft skin of the singer's hips as he rode out the orgasm. Slamming into his lover and holding Bjorn there as he filled his ass.
Growling, low and possessive, he leaned forward with one hand bracing him and the other slipping around Bjorn's waist. Panting he held on, kissing over the pale skin of his lover's shoulder as his sweat dampened hair started to spill forward. Damn he felt exhausted, slick with sweat, drunk, and wildly avaricious now that his lust was starting to feel satisfied.
Bjorn was a sweaty hot mess who just screamed loudly as he came, not being able to hold back his pleasure any longer. The singer arched up and clenched around his hot ginger's cock, moaning and panting, bucking wildly until he nearly fell onto the floor he was so drunk and horny. The Swede pushed his hair out of his face and realised his make-up was fucking ruined but he didn't care. The fucking felt so damn good.
"Oh honey---Rekker---fuck that was so good."
The kissing and touching felt nice just as the blond tried to catch his breath after coming so hard. Damn, the ginger was a rough fuck when he was smashed. Panting hard, Bjorn looked around and blew a kiss to Rekker drunkenly before he eventually slid off the Brit's cock to wrap both arms around his lover. He was fucking exhausted.
Rekker wouldn't let his lover fall even if he buckled under the intensity of his orgasm. Bjorn felt amazing against his body panting so heavily from their pleasure.
"You're amazing, luv." Rekker whispered between his own ragged breaths. The roughness had drained off so much of his rabid mental energy and left him feeling mentally and emotionally drained and calm. Bjorn pulling away got a whimpering groan of disappointment because the Brit was loving the feeling of just relaxing there still entwined and inside his lover.
"Come here, sexy bitch." He shifted and opened his arms to wrap up the Swede in his arms. He was over heated but now, not raging with lust, the idea of laying here naked was not as sexy. Despite sweating, he pulled the light blanket out of the back window where he kept it and spread it over the top of both of them. The warmth and sweat felt good.
"You smell like sex." He spoke while pressing his face into his lover. The mix of sex, sweat, perfume, and everything else, even his own cologne all blending together was arousing. It smelled like their relationship which, to this point, was a lot of wild sex.
Bjorn was near breathless after such a hard and rough fuck but he had wanted it. The car made the perfect place to fuck each other without anyone else intruding and this was one of Rekker's safe places too. Would they fuck in here more often? Oh yes. The Swede could count on it.
"You smell like leather, lip gloss and sex too. Fucking hot, babe."
Nuzzling into the ginger, Bjorn sighed drunkenly and could feel the effects of being fucked and the booze begin to make him very drowsy. He just wanted to fall asleep in his lover's arms then they could sleep off the booze together. The trashy singer kissing Rekker's lips before slumping his body onto the hot one of his lover's.
This felt so good to lay here with Bjorn. He couldn't even remember the last time he did something like this, years ago for sure.
"I'll take you home for a shower in the morning." Rekker laughed quietly while pressing into Bjorn's neck. He meant he was going to wake uo and drag him into the shower for.. well that would depend on how much he asked and how hungover he was in the morning. He could feel the throb of his elbow from smashing the door earlier. As Bjorn slumped Rekker held him tigher and protectively ready for some rest to sleep off the booze and exhaustion.
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As soon as Bjorn pulled him free Rekker was lubing up his cock. The bottle, unneeded now, was thrown in the front.
"You won't be complaining when you're shoved full of my cock." Rekker paused and then figured he was going to have to buy Bjorn pants so why did anything else matter? The Brit grabbed a handful of the pink fabric and ripped the panties off too. There was something animalistic in the clothes tearing that his drunk mind latched on to. Fuck, it felt good to shred his clothes.
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Bjorn was too drunk to even notice the lube bottle thrown into the front seat as he was gagging for cock almost. His ass being wiggled in front of the ginger Brit, teasing and open for pounding. The Swede gasped loudly when he heard his panties get ripped off in Rekker's lust-filled rage. Fuck! Now he was going to have to get new panties! Or rather get Rekker to buy him some new ones. Lots of new ones.
"My fucking clothes! I'll have nothing left after you've shredded everything. You owe me, bitch!"
The blond couldn't help but groan at the feeling of having his clothes ripped by his hot lover though. Fuck, it made Bjorn's cock throb even harder which was hanging hard and hot between his pale thighs.
"Fuck me."
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Growling he grabbed on to the singer's hips and had to use his other to steady himself on the seat. He's so fucking drunk but painfully horny. One hard pull on his lover and he was shoved inside, moaning from the feeling of finally gettingbhis cock into Bjorn'stight ass.
"Fuck." The word came out as a moan while he tried to get his balance. He didn't care if they fell and started pounding Bjorn, rough and without restraint. Once he gets the rhythm Rekker let's go of those soft hips to get a handful of hair at the back of the Swede's head, using it as leverage to yank him back into the thrusts.
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"Oh fuck!---"
The Swede swore in his mother tongue and let out a slew of curses, gasping and pushing back into those thrusts. He wanted this badly and was now moaning like the whore he was. But he was Rekker's private whore, no one else's. His hands braced himself on the seat, grabbing onto whatever he could find for leverage as he let his ginger bastard fuck him roughly.
"Fuck me harder, you cock head! Ahhh---"
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"You want your tight ass sore in the morning?" Rekker asks as he picks up speed, slamming roughly into Bjorn and near crying out at how erotic it is to take his lover without restraint. Then he's back to biting the Swede as roughly as he's fucking him. The grip on Bjorn's hair gets tighter, pulling his head back. He's getting rougher by the minute, so close to getting off but having trouble from being so drunk.
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"Ahh---fuck! Don't stop, you fucking ginger bastard!--"
Bjorn whimpered and moaned long and loud, gasping with each powerful thrust Rekker offered, gasping for breath and feeling his orgasm near with every rough movement of the Brit behind him. His fingers moving to grab at any piece of skin he could find on the ginger, using his nails to rake down the other man's naked skin.
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"Cum, you dirty bitch." He demanded but it was almost cut off by a needy moan when those nails caught his arm, raking down. "I want to fill your tight ass."
Those lusty whimpers were the hottest damned sounds, shoving Rekker closer to orgasm. Letting go of the bleach blond hair to get both hands on Bjorn's hips, more leverage giving him the ability to thrust even harder into his trashy bitch. As he pounded, his hands dug in and were probably going to leave hand prints bruised in the pale skin. He couldn't stop and his gasped moans were louder than ever. The windows of the car steamed up and foggy from the heat inside. They had to do this more often because it was so fucking lewd and sexy. Especially here with the car just parked on the side of the road near a busier area.
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Bjorn screamed in pleasure at how rough Rekker was being with his thrusts. He wanted it. All of it. Just being filled with the ginger Brit's cock was sending shockwaves of pleasure through the Swede's body causing him to buck backwards and scratch any of Rekker's skin he could find.
"Then cum in my ass you rough fuck!--"
The Swede knew he wouldn't last long, not at this rough pace, and he was drunk as fuck so just moaned louder, feeling his muscles begin to clench up around his thighs. Shit! The bruises would feel so good in the morning because they were made by his ginger lover. He panted and let out a stream of expletives in his native tongue whilst throwing his head back, whining loudly.
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In the haze of drunken lust, he felt it even more intensely than usual. Rekker was falling in love with the bitchy whore that he couldn't stop fucking. He threw his head back growling from the exertion of pounding the tight Swede. The Brit didn't have much in the way of nails but those last few rough thrusts had him scratching, digging his nails into the surely bruised, soft skin of the singer's hips as he rode out the orgasm. Slamming into his lover and holding Bjorn there as he filled his ass.
Growling, low and possessive, he leaned forward with one hand bracing him and the other slipping around Bjorn's waist. Panting he held on, kissing over the pale skin of his lover's shoulder as his sweat dampened hair started to spill forward. Damn he felt exhausted, slick with sweat, drunk, and wildly avaricious now that his lust was starting to feel satisfied.
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Bjorn was a sweaty hot mess who just screamed loudly as he came, not being able to hold back his pleasure any longer. The singer arched up and clenched around his hot ginger's cock, moaning and panting, bucking wildly until he nearly fell onto the floor he was so drunk and horny. The Swede pushed his hair out of his face and realised his make-up was fucking ruined but he didn't care. The fucking felt so damn good.
"Oh honey---Rekker---fuck that was so good."
The kissing and touching felt nice just as the blond tried to catch his breath after coming so hard. Damn, the ginger was a rough fuck when he was smashed. Panting hard, Bjorn looked around and blew a kiss to Rekker drunkenly before he eventually slid off the Brit's cock to wrap both arms around his lover. He was fucking exhausted.
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"You're amazing, luv." Rekker whispered between his own ragged breaths. The roughness had drained off so much of his rabid mental energy and left him feeling mentally and emotionally drained and calm. Bjorn pulling away got a whimpering groan of disappointment because the Brit was loving the feeling of just relaxing there still entwined and inside his lover.
"Come here, sexy bitch." He shifted and opened his arms to wrap up the Swede in his arms. He was over heated but now, not raging with lust, the idea of laying here naked was not as sexy. Despite sweating, he pulled the light blanket out of the back window where he kept it and spread it over the top of both of them. The warmth and sweat felt good.
"You smell like sex." He spoke while pressing his face into his lover. The mix of sex, sweat, perfume, and everything else, even his own cologne all blending together was arousing. It smelled like their relationship which, to this point, was a lot of wild sex.
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Bjorn was near breathless after such a hard and rough fuck but he had wanted it. The car made the perfect place to fuck each other without anyone else intruding and this was one of Rekker's safe places too. Would they fuck in here more often? Oh yes. The Swede could count on it.
"You smell like leather, lip gloss and sex too. Fucking hot, babe."
Nuzzling into the ginger, Bjorn sighed drunkenly and could feel the effects of being fucked and the booze begin to make him very drowsy. He just wanted to fall asleep in his lover's arms then they could sleep off the booze together. The trashy singer kissing Rekker's lips before slumping his body onto the hot one of his lover's.
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"I'll take you home for a shower in the morning." Rekker laughed quietly while pressing into Bjorn's neck. He meant he was going to wake uo and drag him into the shower for.. well that would depend on how much he asked and how hungover he was in the morning. He could feel the throb of his elbow from smashing the door earlier. As Bjorn slumped Rekker held him tigher and protectively ready for some rest to sleep off the booze and exhaustion.