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I mean to love you from the toes and spilling love upward straight into your thighs. But before that why not should I relish your ankles simultaneously?
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When I say, I love you.
I mean to love you from the toes and spilling love upward straight into your thighs. But before that why not should I relish your ankles simultaneously not forgetting to compliment you with my kisses over you calves.
When I say I love you, I mean to push you against the wall till the scratches moan loud. The curtains look bashful with the sound that we make in utter dimness.
When I say, I love you, I mean to love you your nape and smoother neck with delicious fine flirt. But your hand says you don’t like the stroke of the dab. So I press my lips and tried to gulp your skin leaving a mark. When I say I love you, I mean to, love your vulva in that vulgarity. Being naked and touching the souls really deep.
Brushing off my tongue to your labuim. Soft like feather and absolutely aroused clitoris. I would love to serve you with my tongue tip love. Giving universal vibrations to your body. I want to talk to your corpse world’s lustful language.
The chants of, ‘I love you’ as I kiss every inch of your skin.
When I say, ‘I love you’,I want to give you pleasure of the long wait that I had kept you shunned away from it for a long time. I want the ejaculation very loud and satisfactory in my ear that orgasm should hit my nerves.
When I say, ‘I love you’, I mean to love you in every way that you stay, normal, unfiltered and raw.
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