Crazy Sandar Moments

Crazy Sandar Moments

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MatureOngoing1h 22m

Last published Wed, Jun 21, 2017

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If you've been reading my story for awhile, you know Sandar is one of my characters. Here is a collection of all his just fucked up moments. Hope you enjoy!

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