Pretty Red Envelopes - An R&R One-Shot
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  • Hora 13m
  • LECTURAS 56
  • Votos 4
  • Partes 1
  • Hora 13m
Concluida, Has publicado mar 09, 2018
Daily, Ryan, much to his surprise, has been finding small red envelopes placed carefully on his bedside table in the apartment he shared with the rest of the Fake AH Crew. Inside each one is an extremely anonymous note from some kind of 'secret admirer' as he or she became known with the crew, and Ryan can only hope that the letters are from a secret little crush of his own.


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