It Doesn't Matter
- LECTURES 395
- Votes 5
- Chapitres 14
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Dernière publication mar., avr. 19, 2016
"It was rather beautiful the way he put her insecurities to sleep. The way he dove into her eyes and starved all the fears and tasted all her dreams she kept coiled up beneath her bones" - C.P.
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