Serving at Love/Forty

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tennis idyll
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sandyb
sandyb
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I'm about to be broken
and I can't concentrate as
I am thinking on your dick-
the bulge in your tennis whites.
I want to kneel at the net
and in bright sun taste your sweat.
With your cock between my lips
laying lengthwise on my tongue
I'd squeeze it with my palate
while my fervid suction finds
the reservoir of your cum
and invites its hard volley.
Ah! now my ball goes too deep.
I'm broken in my service,
and its my turn to receive.

sandyb
sandyb
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RobinRulesRoarsRobinRulesRoarsalmost 7 years ago
Very creative

Well balanced creative nicely penned work of art thanks so much

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