Goran kissed her like a gentleman, after all he had been a gentleman and his views where formed by his father after their ancestors. He'd been kissing since he had been 13 and he was often told he was a good kisser, he didn't take over but mixed up with lips and tongue. Holly broke it of and got undressed. Goran had a smile on his lips as he saw her undress and become the beauty he had seen just a fragment of. He followed her with the eyes and she walked away. Then Holly told him if he where to stay dressed and it was kind of something he would never get used to. No, his girls often helped him undress as he undressed them. Maybe it was something European thing, Goran guessed.<br/><br/>He did his special sound for a yes and took his trousers and pants of, he was naked and the image of a Norse warrior. He was proud of his body, every inch of it. It never failed him and he didn't want to live to see the day when it wouldn't obey him. He walked up to Holly and looked down on her. There he bent her down to lay down, there wasn't enough time for foreplay really. Neither did Holly seem to want to much of it either, no here there would be more of sex then anything. As he laid her down he used two fingers upon her bra and got it of her. The other hand found his way into her pants. He would just get her wet enough and then he would go for it. She would rise high to the sky and he would make her his. He thought of a song form his native home. Maybe he would sing it when he was alone.