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

it would frankly be impossible for rannveig to have enough of having a woman on top of him, especially not one so svelte and, well, sassy as saucy. he intended to make the best of his present situation, being pinned down and all -- wasn't that every guy's dream?

he grinned as she made herself at home. sure, the ground was a bit uncomfortable and hard as it pressed against his back... but something else was beginning to feel a bit of pressure too -- rannveig shifted, uncomfortable by this new and rather to-be-expected uprising.

"so, you gonna stay here all day?" he finally queried, returning her nips with a click of his teeth playfully. "cause, if so, you could make yourself useful and ... you know." he delivered his most roguish wink, wondering if he had just totally destroyed the mood.