"You can always slap my ass." Aarne giggled because Joe did give him a crack quite often. The slap got a ragged gasp from the drummer who was desperate for Joe.

"Pound me." He begged while sitting up, bracing his hands against the roof of the limo. Using his arms he forced himself roughly into Joe's thrusts, panting and moaning from the roughness. He needed this after being parted from his lover. Aarne leaned in biting Joe's neck as he bit the drummer's arm.