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

rannveig gave a gasp of shock, his features exaggeratedly taken-aback. the lip on this one! it was delightful!

his mock-shock swiftly evolved into a wide beam of amusement; so she wasn't interested in devastatingly handsome? attractive was not her type? he rounded his shoulders and raised a paw, inspecting his nails haughtily. "well, i guess there's no accounting for good taste." sharp as the reply was, his smile was good-natured and betrayed his lack of seriousness in their banter.