Sigurdur grips the sheets, a smile crossing his face as Vernique chuckles. He inhales sharply as she takes him further down her throat, unable to remember the last woman who made him feel this way.
He enjoyed Midgard more every second, and Vernique was a large part of that.
"Vernique..." he hisses, trying to keep control of himself.
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