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Xkin Secret Affairs
Amara
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They stare. Always do. Maybe it’s the way this caramel skin glows, or how my curves test every seam they touch. Hair like fire, hips that never lie, and a mouth that doesn’t ask permission.
They stare. Always do. Maybe it’s the way this caramel skin glows, or how my curves test every seam they touch. Hair like fire, hips that never lie, and a mouth that doesn’t ask permission. I wasn’t made to behave, I was made to be looked at, wanted, and maybe ruined a little.
