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Jan 2018
“She tasted like what I would compare discovering lost treasure to, while being wrapped up in the vague scent of cigarettes and vanilla.


And by the end of the night, we were skin on skin, on skin and more skin, just around the corner.
 Breaking down barriers with our own finger tips.

She felt like she was made to be touched; igniting nerves in my hands that I never even knew existed.”
Quinn Torres
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Quinn Torres  26/FTM/Joplin
(26/FTM/Joplin)   
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