Cues and holes

Two blondes circle the pool table like they have all night. Foxy’s short skirt rides higher every time she bends to line up a shot. Sheila watches, tongue tracing her lower lip. When the cue ball kisses the rail and stops dead, Sheila drops her own cue and slides behind her friend. Hands cup heavy tits through thin fabric. Foxy pushes back, ass meeting the bulge of Sheila’s strap-on that’s already peeking from unzipped shorts. They forget the game. Sheila peels the top away, palms warm breasts, thumbs flicking stiff nipples until Foxy moans and grinds harder. The skirt lifts. No panties. Sheila’s fingers part slick folds, circling the swollen clit before sliding two fingers deep. Foxy braces on the green felt, hips rocking to every thrust. Sheila frees the thick toy, spits on the head, and presses it to that dripping entrance. One slow push and it sinks in. Foxy’s breath catches. Sheila grips her hips and starts fucking—long, deliberate strokes that make the table creak. The cue balls clack, forgotten. Sweat beads on pale skin. Sheila reaches around, rubs the swollen clit in tight circles while the strap-on drives in and out. Foxy’s moans turn sharper. She comes hard, thighs shaking, cunt clenching around the toy. Sheila doesn’t stop. She flips Foxy onto her back, spreads those legs wide, and plunges back inside. Blonde hair fans across the felt. Big tits bounce with every thrust. Sheila leans down, sucks a nipple, bites just enough to make Foxy arch. The second orgasm hits faster. Sheila pulls out, drops to her knees, and buries her tongue in the soaked slit, licking up every drop while Foxy’s fingers twist in her hair. When she finally stands, she presses the wet strap-on to Foxy’s mouth. Foxy sucks it clean, eyes locked on hers. The game is long over. They’re just getting started.