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Measuring Love
When love was just few millimetres
you touched me, stroked my skin
made my hair rise
When love was few centimetres
your lips parted mine
and our tongues played
When love became a few inches
you pushed your hard dick
deep inside my cunt
and we fucked
When love became few meters
we explored opposite poles
few holes and sixty nine
When love is few kilometres
you are talking to me on phone
fucking her deep inside....
you touched me, stroked my skin
made my hair rise
When love was few centimetres
your lips parted mine
and our tongues played
When love became a few inches
you pushed your hard dick
deep inside my cunt
and we fucked
When love became few meters
we explored opposite poles
few holes and sixty nine
When love is few kilometres
you are talking to me on phone
fucking her deep inside....
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