Kamalas Affection
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Last published Sat, Dec 28, 2024
This story is all about lust for the woman Gaze, this story is from a lesbian whos struggles but is making ends meet as she find love for a woman who is older (kamala harris).
And the love kamala shares with her puts her in a vulnerable position.
-This is a personal life story with a twist listen and read carefully for you might miss those moments
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