Changing Fate ( LOST GIRLS SERIES #1)

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She's a brat.

He's a disciplinarian.


They don't understand each other.
They argue in just simple things.
They can't lasts a day without any quarrel between them.

But how they end up loving and pleasuring each other?All Rights Reserved

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