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Alphas Main Bitch (Interracial)

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Reads 314,995
Votes 9,527
Parts 20
Time 1h 4m

walking home in the cool spring day the feeling of being by myself nothing but me and my personal thoughts. ''Oh MY GOD'' I fell down on the dirty sidewalk looking down seeing how could I fall then I notice the blue high heels and knew it was her.

''STAY AWAY FROM MY MAN BITCH OR WORSE WILL COME TO YOU.''All Rights Reserved

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