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Pushy much?

LECTURES 134
Votes 2
Parties 2
Durée 8m

LECTURES 134
Votes 2
Parties 2
Durée 8m

I lift my head and gaze at the man standing before me. My breath comes out in one move. He is unlike anyone I have ever seen. His hair is a dark brown that is streaked with gold. His eyes a pale peircing blue that is currently staring right back at me with the heat of intenseness.Tous Droits Réservés

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