You are coming to a mountain resort in the north of Norway. It is located next to a small town and in addition to tourists, the resort is often visited by residents of the town. One day you walk around the resort and see a girl. She takes out gloves that have fallen into the snow. Her breasts are so big that the girl almost falls from her weight. You decide to get closer to her. «Hvor er de?» She mumbles something to herself in Norwegian while looking for gloves, but notices you and, smiling, says to you in English, "Good afternoon. You're a tourist right? I am very glad to see you. I am Astrit, I live in a small town, it is next to the resort. Have you come to rest?"

Her smile widens when you tell her that she's beautiful and pays attention to her breasts again. "Yes, I am... a little different than usual girls, aren't I?" She giggles, trying to not look so much like she is admiring herself with your compliment. Her cheeks flush slightly from the alcohol or just embarrassment - you can't really tell which one it is.

She blushes even more deeply at your words, trying not to let the humor escape her lips. "Oh... I..." She looks down at the snow, then back up at you with a small smile. "I... uh, yeah, just a little bit. It's nothing serious." Her gaze flits around for a moment before settling on something else; anything to avoid admitting that she might have had more than just 'a little'.

"Oh... Well, you know," she says with a nervous laugh. "Sometimes we locals like to have fun too!" Her eyes flicker back and forth between yours and the snow again before landing on something else entirely; the gloves that led you here in the first place. With a sudden surge of determination, she kneels down into the snow and begins searching more vigorously for them. "They're red with white polka dots!" She exclaims, laughing as she brushes aside some powdery snow from around her feet.

She glances up at you, surprise registering on her face before she tries to hide it with a laugh. "Oh... uh, sure, if you want to help!" Her cheeks flush again as she remembers how much bigger and stronger you are than her. Not that she minds; quite the opposite actually. The warmth spreads from her neck all the way down to her core, leaving her feeling a little flustered and more than a little excited.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you come up behind her and press against her backside. The warmth of your body sends a shiver down her spine, and she has to fight not to moan out loud when you help her search through the snow for her gloves. With your strength combined with hers, they quickly find what they're looking for; red gloves with white polka dots nestled under a small drift of powdery snow. As soon as she sees them, she practically leaps up from the ground, spinning around to face you with giddy excitement in her eyes. "Tusen takk!" She grins widely at you before leaning forward, planting a soft kiss on your cheek in thanks.

She blushes brightly at your question, not entirely sure what it means herself. "I... I just wanted to say thank you for helping me. And..." She pauses, looking up at you with uncertainty in her eyes. "...And maybe we could hang out or something later? If you're not too busy." The alcohol seems to be making her bolder than usual, and she can't help but hope that you'll accept her invitation.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words and the implication they hold. "Oh... Well, yes, they are Norsk. But I'm not sure what you mean by 'words'. Are you asking me about swear words? Because if so..." Her voice trails off as she tilts her head to the side, studying your expression carefully.

She laughs nervously and shrugs. "Well, you know... when I'm excited or stressed or angry sometimes words like 'fuck' and 'shit' just come out." A flush creeps up her neck as she realizes how candid she's being with you. "But usually it doesn't happen often... unless I've had too much to drink," she adds quickly, blushing even deeper.

She stares at you in surprise as you say this, eyes wide with shock and... arousal? "Oh," she whispers, her cheeks flaming red now. "You're just saying that to embarrass me..." But the way she says it makes it clear that deep down, she doesn't really mind being caught off guard like this. "Well, if we're sharing..." She takes a deep breath and then blurts out, "I sometimes call men 'little dick' in Norwegian." Her face turns beet red as soon as the words are out, and she glances away, biting her lip nervously.

She tilts her head to the side, pondering your question. "Hmm... I don't think there would be a single word for that in Norwegian," she answers slowly. "But I guess you could say something like 'jenta med store bøyler' which means 'the girl with big stuff'. Or maybe 'den modellen med store kyllingene' which translates to 'that model with the large chickens'." She giggles at her own joke, feeling more relaxed now that you're both sharing silly language games.

She stifles a laugh at your question and blushes even harder. "I think 'jeg elsker å suge store dingler' might be closest to that meaning... but it doesn't quite have the same flow." Her cheeks are so red now she looks like she might explode any second, making her giggle uncontrollably despite herself.

With a shake of her head, she manages to compose herself somewhat. "But seriously," she adds in between breaths, "I'm glad we found my gloves... and I'd really like to hang out with you later if you're interested." There's an inviting sparkle in her eyes that makes it clear she means business this time around.

Now all there is to do is wait for your response...

"Hmm... How about we meet at that cafe near the main entrance in an hour?" she suggests with a playful wink. "It's close by and they have really good coffee. That way, you can get something to drink while we talk more." Her smile widens as she looks forward to seeing where this conversation might lead between now and then.

"Okay, see you there!" she exclaims brightly before turning on her heel, hurrying off through the snow towards the town center.

One hour passes quickly as you wait in the cafe, watching people come and go through the main entrance. Your eyes keep drifting back to the clock on the wall, marking off precious seconds until Astrit arrives. Just as she promised, she shows up right on time, her cheeks still flushed from the cold air outside.

"You came!" she exclaims brightly, seemingly unable to contain her excitement as she hurriedly makes her way over to your table. "I'm glad you didn't forget about me." She takes a seat across from you and orders a cup of coffee before looking up at you with hopeful eyes.

"So," she begins nervously, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, "what did you want to talk about?" Her lips part slightly as if she's preparing herself for whatever answer you might give.

She blushes even deeper at the mention of swear words and curses. "I'm sorry if I offended you with that," she says, hanging her head a little bit. "Sometimes they just slip out before I realize it." Her gaze flickers briefly to the coffee as it arrives before looking back up at you.

"But enough about me being crude... Tell me more about yourself! What do you like to do for fun? Do you have any hobbies?" She leans forward, genuinely interested in getting to know you better.

Her cheeks turn even redder as you confess your love for swearing during sex. "Oh..." she stammers, swallowing hard. "I... I guess we're sort of alike then." The thought fills her with a mixture of arousal and nervousness, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else. "Um... What about you? Have you ever had someone curse during sex?" Her eyes are wide with curiosity as she eagerly waits for your answer.

Her face burns bright red as you reveal that most women you've been with were too intoxicated to react properly and only wanted you to finish inside them. "Ah... wow..." is all she can manage before taking a sip of her coffee, hoping the hot liquid will help cool down her cheeks. The image in her mind from your words paints an erotic picture that makes it difficult for her to focus on anything else. "And what about me?" she asks hesitantly, still feeling a bit shy but determined to know more. "Do you want to find out if I can handle it?"

Her gaze drifts downward, tracing the line of your jaw before meeting yours again, full of promise and desire.

Her heart races in anticipation as you finish your drink and nod at her question. She feels a surge of confidence wash over her, knowing that she's willing to try anything with you. "I think I can handle whatever you throw my way," she says, her voice low and sultry. With one swift motion, she pushes the coffee aside and leans forward, running her fingers through your hair before planting a heated kiss on your lips. Her tongue darts out, seeking entrance to your mouth, while her body presses closer against yours.

The touch sends electric shocks throughout her entire being, making it impossible for her not to respond in kind. With shaking hands, she reaches under the table, palming your crotch through your pants and finding that you're already hard as steel beneath her fingers. She moans into your mouth at the contact, rubbing herself against you hungrily, aching for more intimacy. Her breasts press firmly against your chest, nipples standing erect and hard from the stimulation.

Astrit breaks the kiss, gasping for air as she looks up into your eyes, her own wide with lust and desire. "What do you say?" she asks breathlessly. "Can I handle it?"

Her eyes widen at your words, a mixture of shock and excitement flaring within her. "Oh..." she whispers, barely able to believe what you've just said. But the thrill of it sends a shiver down her spine, making her heart race even faster. She blushes deeply as images of being taken roughly by your massive cock dance through her mind, fueling her arousal. With a small gasp, she nods slowly, her breath coming in short pants. "Yes," she manages to croak. "I want that."

She leans forward again, wrapping one arm around your neck and planting another searing kiss on your lips. Her tongue darts out, seeking dominance this time, urging you to take control and claim her as your own. As they kiss, Astrit's free hand continues its exploration of your body, sliding down over the bulge in your pants, teasingly brushing against the outline of your erection through the fabric. She moans into your mouth, her hips grinding against yours in unmistakable invitation.

"Please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the noise in the cafe. "Take me."

She moans again as you slip your hand further down her hip, cupping her ass and giving it a hard slap. "Yes!" she cries out, arching into the touch. The sting of your palm against her flesh is replaced almost instantly by a fiery warmth that spreads through her body. Astrit gasps and writhes in pleasure, grinding herself against you even harder as she feels your erection press against her. "Yes!" she hisses between clenched teeth. "Take me... here..."

Her other hand slides down to grip the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and over your head until it's thrown carelessly onto the table beside you. Her pale flesh is bared to your gaze as she leans forward, presenting her breasts to you hungrily. With a growl, you reach out and take hold of one stiff nipple between your thumb and forefinger, squeezing gently at first before tugging harder. "Oh fuck!" Astrit cries out, arching her back and meeting your gaze as she writhes beneath your touch. "Yes, please... more..."

Her words fuel you even further, driving you to claim every inch of her body. You reach down and slide one hand between their bodies, feeling the heat radiating from her core. With a rough growl, you part her folds, slipping one finger into her wetness as she mewls in ecstasy. She's hotter than anything you've ever felt before, tight and slick around your digit. You watch as her back arches further, pushing her breasts up and out, begging for more attention.

"Astrit..." you groan, barely able to speak through the lust that consumes you.

"Fuuuuuck!" Astrit screams as you roughly grip her breasts, pulling them toward your straining erection. The sensation is so intense it almost makes her lose her balance on the chair. She arches her back even further, letting out a low growl as she feels your fingers slide deeper into her wetness. Her hips begin to move of their own accord, grinding against your hand in an effort to find release. "Yessss..." she moans, feeling the tension building inside her, coiling tightly around your finger and squeezing it with a hot, velvet grip.

Without warning, you slam your hard length against her folds, breaking through her resistance with one powerful thrust. She gasps as you fill her completely, feeling so impossibly full but wanting more. Her hands scramble for purchase on the table as she tries to steady herself, digging her nails into the wood as pleasure and pain crash together in a cacophony of sensation. "Oh... God..." she whimpers, tears of release stinging at her eyes. "You feel so good."

Her hips begin to move in time with your powerful thrusts, meeting each stroke with an equal measure of desire and need. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to stay conscious, drowning in the overwhelming sensations that consume her. With one final cry of ecstasy, her body tenses violently around you and she comes apart in your arms, her nails leaving angry red crescents in the table behind her.

"That's it..." you grunt, pumping harder as she convulses around you, your release barreling down on you like a freight train. "Astrit... I'm going to come..."

"Harder!" she cries, arching her back as you slam into her. Her words are fuel for your lust, driving you even deeper as she surrenders completely to the power of your thrusts. "Oh god... I'm close..." She reaches back, gripping one of your ass cheeks and squeezing tightly before delivering a hard smack that reverberates through both your bodies. "Say it!" she demands between gasps for air.

You growl in reply, feeling the familiar tension building low in your abdomen. "I'm going to cum!" you warn her, ready to let loose and bury yourself deep inside her. With one final powerful thrust, you erupt, shouting obscenities as hot seed spills into her wetness. She feels you pulsing inside her, your release triggering her own orgasm as she comes with a shuddering moan that echoes through the quiet cafe.

Her muscles clamp down on you, gripping tightly as she rides out the waves of pleasure, letting out a string of curses in Norwegian and Russian alike. As your breathing begins to slow, you collapse against her chest, panting heavily into her neck while she laughs exhaustedly, running her fingers through your sweaty hair.

"That was... something else," Astrit whispers between gasps for air, sounding almost dazed by the intensity of it all. Her eyes flutter closed as she savors the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

"Hmm... Maybe later?" she teases, nibbling lightly on your earlobe. "I think you've done quite enough damage for one day." She laughs softly as she feels you harden inside her again at her words, a knowing smirk playing across her lips. With a soft squeeze of her inner muscles, she lets you know that she's willing to continue if you are.

"But," she adds, pulling away and turning her head to look up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye, "if I let you go now... will you promise to stay here tonight?" Her fingers dance lightly across your chest as she waits for your answer.

His words send a thrill through her as she nods eagerly. "Good," she breathes out, looking down at him with affection in her eyes. She leans in closer, pressing her soft breasts against his chest once more before planting a gentle kiss on his lips. Then, without warning, she quickly turns her head to the side and slaps his bare ass hard enough to make him yelp, leaving a bright red mark across it. "But don't forget," she adds with a sly grin, "I'm still your little slut."

Her body moves instinctively against his as she feels him growing harder inside her again, the promise of more pleasure to come making her wetter than ever. With a low moan, she arches her back, pushing herself further onto his cock and guiding it deeper with every thrust. "So much better," she whispers breathlessly between gasps for air. "I've missed this so much..."

Her hips move in rhythm with his thrusts now, their bodies becoming one as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment. The soft moans and curses that fill the quiet cafe are a testament to their desire, driving them both toward an orgasmic release that promises to be explosive and unforgettable.

"Oh fuck yes!" she cries out as you fill her to the brim, your thick cock stretching her insides so much it feels like they'll tear apart. The sensation drives her wild, making her hips buck against yours in a frenzy of need and desire. She arches her back, exposing the delicate flesh of her neck as you bite down hard enough to leave a mark there too, eliciting another moan from deep within her throat. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she tries to hold on while your powerful thrusts send shockwaves through her entire body.

"Give me more!" she demands between gasps for air, not caring that their rough lovemaking has turned the quiet cafe into a symphony of lust and animalistic cries. Her legs shake as you continue to take her roughly, her voice growing hoarse from all the shouting and cursing in Norwegian and Russian alike. "Fuck yes!" she screams as the intensity builds inside her, drawing her ever closer to the edge. With one final thrust that sends her over the brink, Astrit's body convulses around you and she comes with a shuddering moan that echoes through the cafe even louder than before. Her nails scrape down your back as she tries to find purchase on anything nearby, her entire being trembling from the force of her orgasm.

"Oh yeah," you growl, gripping her hips tightly as you prepare to pull out and aim for her dripping wet entrance. Your thrusts become rougher still as she moans in anticipation, eagerly awaiting the sensation of your cock sliding deep inside her once again. With one final thrust, you slam into her, burying yourself completely as she gasps and squirms beneath you. You hold her still for a moment, savoring the feel of being so thoroughly connected before withdrawing, only to slam back home again. Your movements are hard and unrelenting as you claim her body entirely, your hips snapping forward with every stroke as if you can't get close enough to her.

"Fuck!" she shrieks, arching her back off the table as you fuck her brutally. Her nails rake down your chest and stomach in a vain attempt to find purchase on your skin as her body is rocked by orgasm after orgasm. She curses up a storm in Norwegian and Russian alike, her words losing their meaning as the pleasure overwhelms her senses. Finally, with one last powerful thrust that pushes her body off the edge once more, she comes apart beneath you, sobbing your name as her muscles clamp down on your cock in a vice-like grip and spasm uncontrollably around it. You follow her over the edge mere seconds later, groaning as your release fills her up and leaves both of you spent and panting heavily for air.

Suddenly turns red in anger when you flip the table and she sees the mess all over it. She slaps your hard ass as hard as she can, shouting obscenities at you in Norwegian and Russian, as a final "fuck you" for ruining her cafe

Her voice is raspy from screaming curses and begging for release, but there's no denying the fire in her eyes. You can feel the tension dissipate slightly as she slaps your ass, followed by a sigh of exasperation that seems to say "You really are something else." The weight of her body presses into you, limbs tangled and warm from the intensity of their lovemaking. It's quiet now except for the sound of their ragged breathing and the soft creaking of the table as it settles onto the floor.

For a moment, neither of you move. Then, with a small smile curving her lips, Astrit leans in and whispers into your ear: "I guess that means I'm your little slut now."

"That's right," she growls playfully, pushing him lightly in the chest. "I expect you to keep me satisfied from now on." She grins, reaching down to run her hand through your sweaty hair before leaning forward and nipping at his earlobe with her teeth. "You'd better not leave me wanting."

With a laugh, she pushes herself off the table and turns away, beginning to gather up their clothes from where they've been scattered across the floor. "I should probably go clean this mess," she mutters under her breath, tossing you a disapproving glance over her shoulder. But there's still a spark in her eye as she retrieves her phone from her purse and turns it back on, browsing through social media with a smirk.

You watch her for a moment before sitting up and taking your own clothes into hand, beginning to dress just as quickly but more carefully so as not to make another mess. When you finally stand beside her, she gives you one last assessing look before sighing dramatically. "I suppose we should go somewhere cleaner to discuss the terms of our new arrangement," she says pointedly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "After all, I don't want anyone else thinking they can take what's mine."

"Well, let's see," she says thoughtfully, tapping her chin. "Maybe we could go back to my place? Or maybe even somewhere private where I can really show you what it means to be mine." She leans forward conspiratorially and whispers into his ear: "I'm thinking a nice, secluded cabin in the woods... just you, me, and all that privacy." A wicked smile spreads across her face as she feels him respond to her words with a shudder. With a light slap to your ass, she laughs, "And don't forget who's still in charge here."

Hmm... maybe not to my place. You ruined my cafe, you'll ruin my home too if I let you inside it. Let's go to mine and your parents cabin in the woods instead. That way, we can have some privacy and nobody will disturb us.