Six months, three weeks, twelve days, twenty-one hours and thirty-four minutes of abstinence. My problem is simple to solve. I'm going to be thirty years old and I've never been so horny. I'm cut out for the love. My magic formula: generous breasts, pipe mouth, small ass, doe eyes, goddess hair, gazelle legs, and all for one hundred and sixty-five centimeters in height. Nice revenge on adolescence when we were rather in one mode: emaciated, gaping teeth, hilarious hair. I have become what is commonly called a mini bombax. Handy and mischievous. Very good value for money on the market. I can therefore claim to have frequent sexual intercourse with just about any male. The catch? To be a good female dog in bed I need to be in love – antiquated. One night stand, I put myself in the category of dead fish – pathetic. This that makes me flood the banks, me, it is intelligence. 

-> 193 pages

-> Novel

-> Condition: 8/10