Why do you have to leave?" I whispered against his hard chest. I was trying hard not to cry. "I have to do this. I will be home before you know it." He ran a hand through my hair, and kept me pressed against him. My arms gripped the back of his shirt tight in my Fsts. "Bour years, Trett."
Bitte wählen Sie Ihr Anliegen aus.
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