Hatsumomo's lovely smille grew... until her lips were as rich and full as drops of blood beading at the edge of a wound

Auteur: Arthur Golden

Hatsumomo's lovely smille grew... until her lips were as rich and full as drops of blood beading at the edge of a wound - Arthur Golden



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