Use your fingers!

The guy who taught me to play billiards always said, "Use your fingers for the right aim." Those words stuck with me. Now every time I rack up the balls, I picture him behind me, his chest brushing my back while his hands wrapped around mine on the cue. My skin still remembers the heat. So I lean over the table, pull my thong aside, and slide my own fingers exactly where he would guide them—slow circles first, then deeper, until I’m dripping onto the green felt. I work both holes the way he showed me, two fingers stroking my pussy while another presses into my ass, stretching, teasing, fucking me open. My moans echo across the empty table. No toy, just my fingers chasing that perfect angle he drilled into my memory.