And here you were thinking that the easiest way to get a topless Becks in front of you is to paste cholita brow stickers over your eyes and put a $10,000/a night price tag on your pussy. WRONG! Some asshole heckler at the L.A. Galaxy game showed us how it’s really done. While Becks was strolling to the locker room to moisturize (or something like that), some dick bag poked at him by screaming at him to stop with the whores. Becks stopped, turned and got in the dude’s face.
Becks’ voice is as threatening as a baby bird’s first chirp, but I still get the tingles seeing him with some fire in his hole. Look at him with his nipples puffed out and nostrils flaring like he’s going to do some shit. It’s true that if the heckler flinched at Becks, he would’ve ran off screaming out of fear that his purdy face would get a dent in it, but I’m trying not to think about that.
For once, Becks’ mind is not wondering what kind of exfoliation treatment he’s going to use on his skin that night (SPOILER ALERT: he used the ginger citrus sugar scrub).