danny d and jordi: Stories, Secrets, and Adventures Beyond Imagination

Thousands of feet up in danny d and jordi, the basket sways gently. Completely naked, dawn painting her gold, she grips the edge and spreads her legs to the rising sun. “Whole world beneath danny d and jordi,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“danny d and jordi… higher… danny d and jordi… make me burst danny d and jordi!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “danny d and jordi, danny d and jordi, danny d and jordi!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “danny d and jordi.”