Silent Love (A Yogscast Fan-Fic Collab)
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  • LECTURAS 822
  • Votos 28
  • Partes 4
  • Hora 11m
Continúa, Has publicado dic 14, 2013
I was driving home, Lewis in the passengers seat with Aris in the back seat of our black Toyota. Our trunk were full of new baby cloths. I look behind to see Aris rubbing her large stomach when I heard Lewis yell, then everything went white.....
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