I was just down the curtain by
She called me on the phone
My lips got wider
My legs got inched to the phone
I spoke hello
She said
The sun shaping some strategic satire
The winds wondering wishinly
The birds bunched baroness
The stage is set floor is wet
Get on thy boots and face my hot looks
I listened and replied
That's glancable but yet I think
She was very foxy by her voice too
Unwillingly her admiration
Captured and stroked mine heart
I was uncontrolled
Now I was just waiting till I reach there
She messaged I am in the room
Which has a brown broom
I went there
She was very attractive as never
She was a figure to notice
She was a villa of luxury
She thirsted mine with some deep attraction
She pushed me into the bed
The colour was evenly red
Her face was bold
Her body was gold
The very movement she kissed mine lips
The night was romantic
And the night passed on
#This is a story of a betrayal the next is on the way in next part#
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