TRACE OF SEDUCTION
- LECTURES 264
- Votes 21
- Chapitres 24
En cours d'écriture1h 17m
Dernière publication lun., janv. 22, 2024
"...That was in the past, when we both got along quite alright but things have changed. We're all adults now and there's more to look forward to, let's not hold each other down, it's time we went our separate ways. Take care of yourself." she gave him a faint smile as she walked away from him, swirling her hips from side to side in her perfectly curved dress.
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