Staxus says: His folks out in the country think he’s a straight-laced, orthodox character, but clearly they have no idea what young Carl Bodman’s like when he’s alone at his apartment in the city. Such naivety is very obviously not shared by the local delivery boy, Sven Laarson, however.
He arrives with a package of eye-catching underwear and additional items of kink, but doesn’t so much as appear to raise an eyebrow at being greeted by a semi-naked Bodman in a state of heightened excitement. Nor does he show even the slightest glimmer of surprise when his client first invites him to don some of the newly-arrived inventory, then begins to strip him out of his cycling-shorts and pants.
Quite evidently this is exactly the kind of welcome that Bodman extends to all his delivery agents; and as if to prove it he’s soon allowing Laarson to unburden his badly swollen dick from his zipper, whereupon the delivery-boy proceeds to feast and slurp on all the thick, meaty salami on offer.
It’s a move that’s soon being reciprocated, culminating in the two beauties indulging in a splendid session of top-to-toe fellatio; before Laarson finally works his way onto Bodman’s lap and promptly starts to ride his fuck-buddy’s love-bar for all that he’s worth.
Talking of reciprocation, it’s not too long before the lads are switching roles – this time Laarson slamming his pal from behind, then finally splattering Bodman’s ass with jizz. A move that’s only overshadowed by Bodman squirting a fine wad of spunk all over Laarson’s face.
