Stavanger Bay like a chef making donuts and pastries it’s time to make you sweat

holy hannah, was rannveig in heaven -- a good looking dame, sitting right on top of him -- and not in the murderous way either. he accepted saucy's push of weight with a broad smile, thoroughly enjoying her antics.

then she brought her muzzle to his chest, her teeth clipping between his fur -- it sent a shudder down his spine, but the sensation was chilling in a way that excited him. he would have sat there for hours in euphoria, but then she asked him a question that earned her the most incredulous of expressions. "why would i move?" he asked seriously, his tone turning from perplexed to cheeky: "this is my favorite position."