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Vampire Love

LECTURAS 124
Votos 3
Partes 2
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LECTURAS 124
Votos 3
Partes 2
Hora <5 mins

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My parents Dracula and Lauren died when I was a baby. My dad's friend John took over for awhile since I was young and so I could become queen one day. Bug when I come back I'm filled with fright, romance, and shock. Read to discover why.Todos los derechos reservados

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