Sexy snooker

Jasmine leans over the green felt, cue in hand, but her grip is off. The balls scatter wide. Her stance is wrong—hips too low, elbows loose. She laughs at herself and sets the stick down. With no one watching, she climbs onto the table. Her thighs spread across the edge. Cool wood presses against her skin. She pulls her skirt up. Her panties come down. Fingertips find her slit and press. Two strokes and she’s wet. She rubs in tight circles, then pushes two fingers inside. Her free hand cups one heavy breast, pinching the nipple until it stiffens. Her hips roll in time with each thrust. The cue rests forgotten beside her. Her breath catches, sharp and quick. She comes with her knees bent and her toes curled against the polished rail, legs working the game she actually knows.