Danna and Reno in Hungary -

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Sister Danna

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Danna is tall, Danna is short. Brunette, blonde, redhead, white, mulatto or black, but in all cases, gorgeous from head to toe. Danna is all of us women who enjoy a good romp but aren't as "straight to the point" as them, the bandits, the barbarians, the Huns.

Is it the atavistic instinct for species preservation that makes them think about sex all the time? By nature, we are much more romantic than our fellow planet companions, and when we see a handsome, masculine, and attractive specimen coming towards us at the airport or in the mall, our thoughts don't instinctively revolve around the size of the naive individual's sexual organ, much less do we undress them with our eyes (except in rare cases, of course). Upon seeing him approaching, we first analyze his posture, his walk, his shoes, his hair; then, when he gets closer, we scrutinize his eyes, smile, teeth, take a good look at his muscular thighs and buttocks to see if they are loose, and only then, much later, do we fix our gaze on the protuberance that makes them so virile. Of course, tone of voice is also important, and if our guy is the romantic type, even better, right? We don't like boorish men.

For most men, sex revolves around ejaculation; everything else is completely dispensable. But for us, a candlelit dinner is paramount, and the dim lighting, the glass of champagne, the strawberries with whipped cream, the romantic music, the subtle caress during the slow dance, spicy words whispered in the ear, and long, lingering kisses are what make us wet and want to grab our man right there, take him to the restaurant bathroom, drive him crazy, and make him happy and fulfilled even before the waiter brings the coffee.

Well, girls, I hope you enjoy these erotic stories, because they are all true stories that happened to me, where I only changed the names for obvious reasons, and they cover a period of my life from my first masturbation until this morning, when I deliciously came lying on top of my stallion. For pure poetic license, I narrated some stories in the first person, others I wrote as if I were Reno, my partner in adventures, on whose lap I love to sit at any time of day or night. Oh, how good sex is!

Have fun and keep this book on your mind… oops! …on your bedside table. Read it softly to your cats… they'll go crazy with lust, I promise.

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