Alf touched her neck with his lips and looked into her sapphire eyes: “I want to write to you.” Freydis laughed. Her laughter fueled him even more. He yanked the belt, tearing the silk with a crash. He roughly squeezed her warm, pliable breast. The fact that there was no underwear under the robe completely inflamed him. “To write you...” he did not stop kissing her, “naked... immaculate...” Alf carried the laughing Freudys to the kitchen table. She fiddled with his dark hair, clasping his torso with her legs. “To write you as a goddess...” he covered her neck, shoulders, chest with kisses, “like never before!” sweater stretched out, revealing a beautiful body. — Let’s start right now...