<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Peter Halvardson</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Viking'</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Peter chuckled on her promise...or was it a threat...of killing him softly...or wildly...or however. His lips left her nipple and he moved up, leaving a wet trail on her hot skin until his lips were at her ear, his voice husky.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Now the only question would be, whether you want to kill me first or after I fucked your brains out. Somehow you don't struck me like you are into necrophilia..."</span><br/><br/>His thumb moved through her wet folds now too, while his index finger rubbed her clit softly. Then suddenly his thumb disappeared into her hole and toyed with the promising, burning flesh there. His voice got even more alluring and enticing, his hot breath tickling her ear.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Somehow I can't get rid of the feeling that you would like to examine the rock hard evidence more thoroughly. You know some closer inspection, seeing if all the things fit into places, if it is all true or if the color comes off with a little rubbing, if it is watertight and if you couldn't bend it anyway. You would be a bad police woman if you wouldn't turn the inside out and if you wouldn't look if there isn't some hot clue hidden in it. It is all yours, I won't hold you back if you decide to get deep inside into it...only a real deep investigation for the next hours may tell you the true story and may leave you utterly satisfied. You don't want any doubts, right? You would want to get all of it, every last piece of it..."</span><br/><br/>His teeth started to nipple on her earlobe, while his finger rubbed her clit a little harder.</div>