“Holy Valhalla! . . . Sigurd was insatiable. She was insatiable. He fanged her. She f—nailed him. He took her doggie-style. She invited him to shower with her. His suite might be modest, but the bathroom was not. Multiple heads, rainforest shower, and a Jacuzzi bathtub. Enough said! He showed her the Viking S-spot. With his tongue! She showed him how to salsa dance. In the nude. Finally, when every bone and muscle in her body ached with fatigue, she fell into ...a deep sleep, only to awaken abruptly several hours later at the sound of a food cart being rolled into the room. She hid under the duvet until the amused waiter left. “You can come out now,” Sigurd said with a laugh. “The boy has left. You made his day, by the way.” “What time is it?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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