“Your gun is probably fake Anyways!” Ashley started laughing. She came over crying, once she got there, I took her
“Your gun is probably fake Anyways!” Ashley started laughing. She came over crying, once she got there, I took her
She took off my shirt and kissed my well toned chest all the while telling me everything would be fine,
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