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Window to the red house
His small palms inside her secret pocket. He smiles, but She hates it. How different people get to know the touch.
It's small, delicate, impulsive. Like walking, shoes onto the floor, step curiously to the window.
Our little red riding hood :)
Style / type:
Structured: Western
Review Request (Intensity):
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words:
Women, how to know, if they like, the touch, right ?
Editing stage:
Content level:
Not Explicit Content
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Mon, 2023-10-02 03:00
Neopoet AI 5-29-23 version
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