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I can’t wait for the day he feels me all over, rough hands roaming clumsily on skin. Wait till I show him the things his body aches for.
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Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 2:05 PM UTC
Hands
I can’t wait for the day he feels me all over, rough hands roaming clumsily on skin. Wait till I show him the things his body aches for.
selva-oscura
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Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 2:05 PM UTC
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