She’s mine, dipshit,” he yelled over his shoulder, wishing like hell that he didn’t like the sound of that.

Autor: R.L. Mathewson

She’s mine, dipshit,” he yelled over his shoulder, wishing like hell that he didn’t like the sound of that. - R.L. Mathewson



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