They surrounded me, bare me. Their fingers like tentacles and their desires like knives. Their fingers traced my secrets — Hubert Martin

They surrounded me, bare me. Their fingers like tentacles and their desires like knives. Their fingers traced my secrets — Hubert Martin

They surrounded me, bare me. Their fingers like tentacles and their desires like knives. Their fingers traced my secrets — Hubert Martin

They surrounded me, bare me. Their fingers like tentacles and their desires like knives. Their fingers traced my secrets — Hubert Martin

They surrounded me, bare me. Their fingers like tentacles and their desires like knives. Their fingers traced my secrets — Hubert Martin

They surrounded me, bare me. Their fingers like tentacles and their desires like knives. Their fingers traced my secrets and their desires carved my skin.

— Hubert Martin

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