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

he might have known she was teasing, but it did not stir the longing in his loins as he felt her hot breath upon him. he writhed, peering at her form from over the dip of his chest, watching with forlorn lust as she clicked her teeth and pulled away.

maybe some other time, she said coyly, pulling away from him with an ease that left him shaken. rannveig remained in the sand long after she had left his vision, replaying with a boy's desperate libido her teasing body and the playful cant of her hips as she had prowled away.