The Name Is Lana
- Lectures 220
- Votes 8
- Chapitres 2
"What's wrong?"
"Do you actually want me...or am I just another one of your flings?"
He puts his face in the crook of my neck and says
"Don't be silly, of course I do."
I sigh at this and then wrap my hands around his neck.
"Then I want to take
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