I hit the beanbag and she crawled towards me and kissed my belly, her tongue danced over my navel and along the top of my panties. I parted my legs and arched my back as I pulled my bra straps over my shoulders. She unclipped my bra and held the garment aloft like a trophy.
“What’s the Danish way to say make love to me?”
“Elske med mig,” Sigrid grinned.
I tried to repeat it but mangled it horribly and she giggled.
“Let me teach you a universal language.”
Sigrid moved in on top of me and began kissing my body, starting with my lips and throat and moving down to my breasts and belly to my genitals and legs. She pulled my panties off and studied my genitals with a bemused smile.
“Dessert is served,” she lowered her head and licked my moist lips. I closed my eyes and massaged my breasts
