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                                                By Tasha Taylor SILVER
Richmond, Virginia
It was gentle; I know they say this is how it is. A soft flutter of the lips and he had me tingling to my toes. Again, but with more passion this time as if we’d lose the wo...
                                                        
                                                                                                                
                                                        
                                                        
                                                    Richmond, Virginia
It was gentle; I know they say this is how it is. A soft flutter of the lips and he had me tingling to my toes. Again, but with more passion this time as if we’d lose the wo...