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NJ@tashjoeza.bsky.social |
Then there's the "hey you" eye-lock. I did this years ago at my then local gym. She was a cross between a domme and a librarian. Glances exchanged. Promising blushes. I stepped off the treadmill, prepared to approach her...and tripped spectacularly, loudly, over my own feet.
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