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Submerged - F DOT LEONORA
Mathilde sat on the metro—she could still feel him between her legs. She could still feel him moving there, the heat of him outside and inside her and she pressed her thighs together from the memory. Biting her lip and clutching her bag, Mathilde realized that she had come all the way to Paris to […]
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