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Walking On The Street

by PurpleAnn

I fell disgusted as I fell a hand on my buttons. In my town, this is no strange. But today was different because the hand in my private place wasn't a big one but a small innocent hand of a 10-year-old smiling at me while still touching me. And trust me, that touch was not in a childish way.
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PurpleAnn
24 / F / Dominican Republic
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Written by
PurpleAnn
24 / F / Dominican Republic
Published
Sep 30, 2018
Time
1m
Notes

Sadly is not the first time that happens.

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#hands#touch#pervert
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