el sol de mi vida
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Concluída sex, set 28, 20189m
¡Hola que tal!!!!
Es un gusto estar en tus manos, ya que estaba muy insegura de hacer esto, me di cuenta que a la gente le gustaban mis relatos de amor, espero que los disfruten y me conozcan un poco más de quien soy, soy una chica de 13 años; Lo cual estoy empezando recién a conocer de las cosas de la vida.
En donde solo disfruto de ella. No me considero una loquilla, aunque la disfruto y eso me gusta, aunque a veces las personas digan o piensen que (a mi corta edad no es bueno).
Siento que llego mi segunda oportunidad en el amor es un sol radiante, que ilumina mis días.
Sin más rodeo comenzare.
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