Majumba makubwa husitiri mambo, TenII/Rose, Eleven/Rose, PG13
The wind dragged a lock of hair from Rose’s chignon, whipping it around to catch in her lipstick. Smiling hard, she didn’t notice.
“Don’t toy with me. Unless you are telling me you have a zeppelin ready for me on the roof, I don’t want to hear it.” 6377 w.
Crossdimensional safari romance
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