Denise is unique in that she manages to be sexy without being slutty. She is very aware of and comfortable with her body. If a fan comes up to her she things nothing of posing for a picture with her arm around him/her or vice verse. With big boobs like hers, it’s of course impossible to give somebody a hug without squashing her boobs up on them. This is a very sexy sight, whether Denise is dressed for shopping or her boobs are loose in a thin bikini top!

But don’t feel sorry for Denise. She is living a glamorous model’s life, as she chronicles on her website. She gets the urge to have her next photoshoot in the mall, and her photographer/videographer follows her into the dressing room. She wants to go to the beach, or skiing? Ditto. Gotta go to the bathroom, well let my members see this expensive tile floor in my lavatory, the $75 silk g-string I drop when I sit on the commode!

Denise mentioned that is was a fairly erotic experience being suspended weightless in the warm ocean, the water flowing gently around her thighs and crotch. I wonder if she had bikini bottoms on? Was it a thong, and if so was it bigger than the g-string she wore beneath her skirt in the photo set below? I bet there were some fish that were keeping a careful eye on Denise!

I worked out until my arms were trembling and my knees were shaking. My sportsbra was drenched with sweat and my shorts were wet too, even in the crotch which I hate. I pulled off my wet workout gear in the locker room and headed to the sauna. Nobody was around, so once in the sauna opened my towel up and slouched against the wall to relax. It wasn’t long before the heat and humidity had me sweating, with drops of sweat rolling down between my boobs and collecting in my belly button. I felt so warm and content. I touched myself a little, rubbing slowly up and down and occasionally pulling on my nipples. I was fully aroused, but a little reluctant to pleasure myself sitting there in the sauna where any of the other women could walk in.

The other day I was in the mall shopping for Christmas presents and I saw a girl that looked strikingly similar to Denise. She had on a tight sweater and a pair of jeans with a tiny g-string peeking out. Her boobs looked big, but really it’s hard to judge relative size just by a few quick glances and I cannot say for sure she was as busty as Denise. She sort of killed the fantasy for me when she spoke to the cashier in a Southern twang. Denise’s European accent is much more sophisticated than Nascar and beer swilling rednecks.

Denise is aroused, horny, ready to brawl. She is ravenous, not for food but for satisfaction. Her body, goddess-like and an order of magnitude more magnificent that most female figures, shines in the fading sunlight with a light sheen of sweat. She pulls the tanktop over her head and drops it to the ground, setting her huge natural tits free. They wobble and bounce a bit as she strides over to her man.

She squats down, a nearly impossible feat wearing the high heels she has strapped on. She grinds her crotch against his bulge, the tiny g-string she is wearing pulled tight against her lips. The crotch of her panties is soaked with her wetness. She must have him inside her. The lean muscles in her thighs flex as she stands up and yanks off her underwear. Except for the heels, Denise Milani stands before him completely nude. This man can either have:

• Denise Milani Hardcore - a voracious wild animal that may permanently hurt him as she ravages him in search of orgasmic release
• Denise Milani Softcore - this lady seems to be missing!

She eases down onto him, taking him inside her and groaning with a wild pleasure.

From the very bowels of my mind. Don’t we all fantasize about Denise?