wasted
- LECTURES 66
- Votes 2
- Chapitres 1
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture9m
Dernière publication jeu., juin 4, 2015
Alcohol isn't the only thing Louis gets drunk from. Harry's kisses were sweet and rough. Harry tasted like every drink he ever drank, and he was so fucking drunk.
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