The Jones Twins

The Jones Twins

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture28 m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication dim., avr. 3, 2016
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There are two girl twin name Riley Jones & Angel Jones. There mom has been on drugs after ever since they dad died. Riley is the cold hearted one and doesn't care for love and speaks her mind whenever she feels the need to and she can fight. Angel is the quiet one but dont try her just because she is quiet and she can fight just like her sister. They have two bestfriend name Daija and Christina. There this boy name Zion he a drug dealer and he is the king. His street name is king. He don't care for love. He just fuck and duck girl. He has 3 bestfriend name Aaron, Trey, and David they also sell drug.
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