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In Jakan, a Stockholm suburban drug bag hood, the sexstarved youngsters are having a love-gnab.
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| Man, I'll never get to dopp my kott in Karin's balja...This might impress her! | |
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| Crusse, I'm sorry but your kott is just too small, and take a shower man, I like it dirty, but hey it's not literally.. | |
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The last exit, Ferman the cat, a well known swedish kottsnasker, always ready for a good shot in the mouth.
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| God, I need to empty my balls right now, even if it has to be in Naughty Ferman's mouth.. | |
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| Hey, I finally got to be like my Idol Eliaz from Greed...mmmm, tasty cum, come join me! | |
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The boy got the girl and they lived happily all after (Except from the occasional visit from Köping, "Bogmange" feared by many..fucked by even more..
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| Hey Ferman, blow my kock will ya, Paula Burreau has had a headache every night this week | |
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| That pathetic scumbag, this time I give in, but soon the tables will turn.. | |
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