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Wicked Wednesday #133 - Chest Hair - F DOT LEONORA
Eliza was on her stomach on Oscar’s bed. She could smell him on the sheets, in the room. That he was there, that he had been in the hotel room. Mindlessly she kissed the mattress, ran her fingers over the sheet like it was the path of Oscar’s chest hair. Balling the sheet in her …