Crimson Crossing – Stories in Erotica

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I was once here for adults at play. Now I don’t know where I really am, even if I’m an adult, or if I’m even at play. All I know is that I am scattered like debris after a thunderstorm. I like it though, makes me feel the wet… from all the right places.

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