Anne Rice1 (v. 0.1) Разработано Shekar |
Fine with Mona. Michael Curry had picked her up just like she weighed nothing and put her on his shoulders for the entire parade.How good it had felt to be riding that strong man, with one hand in his soft curly black hair. she'd loved the feeling of his face against her thighs, and she'd hugged him just a little.....
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