Wild game

Nikky knows the power she holds when she bends over the table in nothing but a wicked grin. She takes her time chalking the cue, letting Lauro watch the way her hips tilt, the promise in every slow stroke of blue dust. When the game is supposed to start, she steps close instead and wraps her fingers around the real stick straining his jeans. One tug and his cock springs free, heavy and eager. Nikky drops to her knees, lips parting around the swollen head, tongue swirling until spit runs down her chin. She sucks him deep, throat working, eyes locked on his, until his shaft glistens and his breath comes ragged. Only then does she climb onto the felt, spreading wide so he can drive straight into her slick, tight cunt. Each thrust rocks the table; her small tits bounce, her moans turn into sharp little cries. Lauro grips her hips and pounds harder, burying every inch until his balls slap wet skin. When he finally loses control he stays buried, pulsing, flooding her with thick spurts that drip out around his still-throbbing length. Nikky smiles through the mess, already thinking about the next round.