Bottomless tennis star Geneva

“Forty love with Geneva serving match point,” said the umpire from her chair. Geneva wiped the sweat off of her hand on her bare hip as her focus was on the spot she planned to smash the serve. She bounced the ball a few times and gently tossed it into the air. With immense concentration and a silent stadium, she lets out a grunt as she smacks the ball with ferocity as it flies over the net and past her opponent’s outreached ratchet. “Game set and match Geneva Marapova.” She was still in awe of what she just accomplished as she threw her racket into the air and laid back on the soft grass of the court. She is instantly reminded that she is completely bottomless when her sweaty bare ass cheeks are touching the soft grass while revealing her shaved pussy lips to the cheering crowd. She looks up in the blue sky and smiles as her first championship has been achieved thanks to altering her uniform. She thinks back to when she ultimately made this decision just a few months back.

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“Shit shit shit…” a frustrated Geneva said in the locker room as tears leaked from her eyes. She was upset after another first round exit to a much lower seeded that seemed to always outplay her in every aspect at these tournaments. She had all the physical gifts and was always told her body was perfectly designed to be a tennis player. She was something of prodigy during her days before she joined the pros and seemed to win each and every tournament she joined. A spotlight was shown on her as the next great female tennis player once she was old enough to join and she was even given a top 10 ranking before even playing her first pro match. Insurmountable pressure and expectations were thrust on her 18 year old shoulders , which led to upset after massive upset that really had her questioning her passion for the sport of tennis.

She made the mistake of looking at her social media and seeing her name trending for all the wrong reasons “Wow she sucks…” “Seems like another loser…” “Couldn’t even get half her shots over the net…” She put her phone down in frustration to avoid bawling her eyes out. She grabbed her towel tightly and headed for a shower as her tears poured down. She stripped off the towel at let the cool water cascade off her body as she allowed herself to be removed from the moment.

She stared at the water going down the drain as she said, “I’ll do anything to fix what’s wrong with me. I’m tired of losing all the fucking time…” She wiper her tears and went to her towel as went straight to her phone. The next tournament was not for another three months and she needed to figure out how she was going to get her mental inadequacies that plague her doing these matches. She began to google any possible remedies and found one to be rather silly, which was try doing it bottomless and a rather strange argument of why it worked with successful testaments. “Yeah I would rather fucking die than ever give that a try.”