"I know you fucking do because you ruin them. You trash these? You buy me more."

Bjorn winked at Rekker then squeaked when his pants began to get ripped down his thighs. Fuck! He loved it really and knew Joe and Aarne wouldn't care if the two got naked and fucked or whatever.

"You know I don't fucking beg."

The Swede reached around and pulled on more of Rekker's long ginger hair.