OM DUDA
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  • Reads 590,214
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  • Parts 58
Complete, First published Mar 20
Mature
Happy Reading Prends.

"Hiks. Hiks.. mommy tanan tingalin kami lagii.. huaa mommy"

Kedua balita kembar itu menangis sekencang-kencangnya, sembari memeluk kaki pemuda itu.

"Yeah! Gue bukan mommy lo berdua. Gue lakik.."

Gambaran singkat.
By:RedGreen_GF

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Langsung liat Cast Ama Baca Prolog ajah...

                         ⚠️Info⚠️

⚠️(Bxb) jangan salah Lapak.

⚠️Lapak Pelangi (LBGT)

⚠️Kata non Baku, Baku, kata agak kasar, (campur)

⚠️(1821+)

⚠️M-preg [Male-Pregnant]

⚠️Murni imajinasi Author. NO COPY!

⚠️Sorry Typo, Belum di Revisi.

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