My Danish DaughterChapter 4
Three hours later, after Magda had gotten me to stir thrice and fill her sweet snatch with my spunk, the first time cowgirl-style, the second reverse-cowgirl, the last one doggy-style, the phone rang again. Of course, it was Inga, but she had it on speaker, so we could hear Frederik and Bjorg. She apparently wanted it clear what had taken place between them. “Oh, Robert, it was ... amazing! They both humped me like it was the end of the world. This time, they didn’t have any use for each...