My little secrets
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MatureOngoing32m
Last published Tue, Jul 9, 2019
I know it's wrong, but the very thought
of your hands, reaching up under
my skirt, and touching me,
makes me blush
in all the right places.
-Michael Faudet (My little secret)
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