I touch it, making her shut her eyes and squim.
"Sorry," I sheepishly whisper.
I pressed it this time though, making her shout.
"Stop!"
And I stopped.
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Touching the deep cut on her arm.
I touch it, making her shut her eyes and squim.
"Sorry," I sheepishly whisper.
I pressed it this time though, making her shout.
"Stop!"
And I stopped.
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.
.
.
.
Touching the deep cut on her arm.