Playing pool

Boroka and Hope are hanging around a pool table when the game turns into something else. Boroka lines up a shot that never lands on the felt. Instead she angles the cue low, slides the tip between Hope’s spread thighs, and pushes it right into the blond girl’s slick opening. Hope grips the rail, knees locked, letting Boroka work the smooth wood deeper with each slow thrust. When Hope’s breathing turns ragged, she climbs onto the table, skirt shoved up to her waist, and spreads wider so Boroka can keep going without missing a beat. The brunette keeps a steady rhythm, watching Hope’s hips rock and twitch around the makeshift toy. The balls roll forgotten while Boroka sinks the cue ball again and again, each stroke wetter, each moan louder, until Hope shudders hard against the green felt and soaks the polished stick in one long, dripping finish.