“Oh well,” he laughed, “you know, my mom always had these dreams of meeting a tall Viking guy when she came to Europe. When he opened the first button of her negligee, she finally opened her eyes. He turned her around and pulled her against him until her back touched his body and held her in his arms, caressing her body through the thin negligee, moving up to caress her firm, small breasts until she felt her hard nipple almost ache against the warmth of his palm. She felt little butterflies in her stomach as she kissed him, feeling his tongue enter her mouth and as the lights went on, she felt a rush of excitement, imagining the eyes of strangers on her almost naked body. She pulled the boxers down, exposing the pulsing shaft to her eyes and the audience. She slowly knelt down, kissing and licking a wet trail down his body, and felt the oil on it coat her lips.
