<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 grinned and his tongue flicked around her earlobe, when she called for a more appropriate tool to measure, but she had two of them and Peter had no intention of letting her down from this position.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Now the only question would be, which one of the two tools they gave you, you would like to use first. But as I like how the little tigress is ripping of my skin, I prefer to stay in this position, so I take that decision out of your hand...literally..."</span><br/><br/>Peter removed his hand from her wet center and then he lowered her slowly, until his hard meat was poking at the entrance of her wet hole, like a group of kiddies on a county fair standing outside of the tunnel of horror, unsure to take the ride or not.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Now, Alice, that is your last chance. Without any bragging I would say that in all those years of exploration I haven't found one single hole where I wasn't able to push my drill in. Every hole, as hard and tough as it had been, had finally yielded to my drill and I was able to push it all in and nothing had been the same, when I finally pulled my drill out. Not that I would compare you to some stupid rock...but I fear that you won't be same too afterwards. Last call, honey, now it is just the aperitif..."</span><br/><br/>He moved his hips a little bit forward and his dick moved an inch into her, before Peter stopped the movement and cocked a brow, looking expectantly at Alice. Honestly he didn't believe that she would stop it...not her and not now...</div>