Fucked on the pool table

677/5000
It was clear to me that I am really not a big billiard player, but the guy in the coffee shop could no longer watch what I did to the table. He had probably watched me the whole time and saw how short my dress was. The fact that my black string could be seen again and again when I bent down made it quite hot. He came to me and offered his help. He pressed against me and I felt the pleasure in his pants. Okay, then blow and pound, I thought to myself. Better than a boring game of pool. And then we fucked on the table. Very cool. When would you like to pound with me?