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“You like having your ass fucked?”

She whimpers a response, keeping her eyes closed to avoid looking at me.

I grab her by the hair and force her to open them.

“Tell me, Zaiya.”

I push the cue in deep and move it around in a slow circle, making her wince. She tries to turn her head, but I hold it in place.

“Yes!” she blurts out. “I like it when you fuck my ass.”

That’s it. My cock would cum instantly if I shoved it inside her.

I let her hair go and drop to my knees beside the table. It gives me the perfect view of her asshole clinging to the stick.

She wants to cum, and my girl gets what she wants. I lean in and capture her clit with my lips. Sucking gently. Flicking it with my tongue.

Her ass tightens around the cue. She’s making me work. I push harder, keeping the strokes even with a steady flow of her juices leaking from her pussy down to her asshole. My mouth stays on her clit, pressure held right where she likes it.

Tension locks her thighs as she opens wider. Her fists press into the table. Her breath stops when she reaches the edge and then, all at once, she shatters.

Clit throbbing against my tongue. Asshole clenching the cue. Her body shudders and she cums for me, moaning her pleasure.

When I stand, I still smell her on my lips. I ease the cue out of her ass and let her calm down. She’s gorgeous like this, all disheveled with her dark hair spread around her head.

A round of billiards will never look the same.

My hand rests on her thigh as I stare at her used, wet holes, thumb grazing over the E I carved into her skin. There’s no way out of this for her. And if she ever did leave, she’d take my life with her.

After seeing the way she cums, I can’t possibly live without it.

She sits up slowly once she catches her breath. Then she looks up at me and bites her lip as she scoots to the end of the table. Her gaze drops from mine to my cock still jutting towards her.

“Now let me.”

The shock must be obvious on my face. She giggles as she sinks to her knees in front of me.

My cock is in my hand, but she takes it from me.

Her delicate fingers stroke me like she treasures it. She’s getting used to its size, its shape. I want her to know it in every possible way. Know the way it feels in each hole. The image of my cock ingrained in her brain forever.

Then her mouth opens for me, and every arrogant thought inside me goes quiet. Her lips stretch around the head as her eyes lock on mine so intently that I’m almost the one to look away.

She cherishes my cock like it’s something to worship. Her soft lips press against my sensitive skin, and her warm tongue massages me, up and down my shaft. I don’t have to tell her a thing.

“God, you’re perfect.”

She smiles with her mouth full and I nearly cum at the sight of it.

It’s going deeper.

She pushes herself to take more with each bob of her head. I keep my hand in her hair, but I don’t help her. She wants to do this, so I let her go at her own pace. Let her please me with no rules and see what happens when she takes control out of my hands with nothing but that sweet, dangerous mouth.

When it hits the back of her throat, she gags and pulls away just long enough to swallow and breathe. Her eyes are watery, but she goes right back to it, determined to get what she wants out of me.

The sounds she makes are incredible. Every moan. Every gag.

Her tits sway with the movement and I reach down to grab one, relishing its softness as I give it a squeeze.