"You love it, babe. Just admit it. You love having me as your private bitchy whore."

The Swede just giggled and leant into the kiss, tasting the booze on Rekker's tongue. That got a soft moan out of Bjorn because he found it hot. His thrust his tongue inside the Brit's mouth and continued to palm the older man's crotch with his hand. He ached to taste Rekker's cum.

"I want to taste you."

Booze, it seemed, made Bjorn even more horny than he usually was.