" I MISS BEING HELD & KISSED" TONTO DIKEH

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Going through Instagram I just got this confession of Miss Tonto Dikeh stating that she missed being held and kissed, but she cleared up the air with the fact that she enjoys her celibacy but misses intimacy and not a particular person

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