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Oct 2019
You fell asleep with your hand on my abdomen
And somewhere while you writhed and contorted with sleep it felt like you reached inside me
I hope you found what you looked for because I hope it’s still there too
Robby
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Robby  38/M/Arkansas
(38/M/Arkansas)   
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