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A Night with Tennis Aces

The Sun was slowly Sinking.

The Day was almost Done.

When Darkness fell around Us,

We readied Ourselves for Fun.

I felt Her, with My Eyes.

To Memorise Her Golden Spot.

She Kissed Me on My Lips

and watched Me turning Hot.

With Her Ten gentle Fingers,

She guided Me to Her Door,

The Lion in Me got Woken

and We both landed on the Floor.

Hearing Her Moan and Whisper,

I went fondling Her Curves.

Each stroke that I rendered,

we're Tennis Aces one Serves.

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Written by
savio-fonseca
M / India
Published
Jun 29, 2020
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#night#tennis#curves#aces#lion#lips#memorise#spot#kisses
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