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What is love
Love is the way you say my name .
Love is the way you spell my name when that tongue hits my double lips ,and my inner walls.
Love is the way your body moves when our scissors position meet one another.
Love is your tongue playing basketball in my mouth.
Love is when your hot milk hits my pussy ,and drip down my thighs.
Love is never been able to say it to anyone else.
That what love is for me.
Love is the way you spell my name when that tongue hits my double lips ,and my inner walls.
Love is the way your body moves when our scissors position meet one another.
Love is your tongue playing basketball in my mouth.
Love is when your hot milk hits my pussy ,and drip down my thighs.
Love is never been able to say it to anyone else.
That what love is for me.
Published 17th Apr 2021
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