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A zing travels up my arm from the contact. My nostrils flare, and I catch a whiff of her female scent. She may not wear perfume, but there__ a bewitching essence to her that ensnares my senses.
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A zing travels up my arm from the contact. My nostrils flare, and I catch a whiff of her female scent. She may not wear perfume, but there__ a bewitching essence to her that ensnares my senses.

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