Cue-less

Debora had no clue why Zenza wanted to teach her billiards. She figured it out when he stopped using the cue and simply pinned her against the table, cock already pushing between her thighs. Too late to change her mind. The green felt smelled like chalk and old beer. He spread her ass cheeks wide with both hands and shoved in, balls slapping the wooden side rail each time he thrust. She heard the click of imaginary billiard balls, but the real sound was the wet slap of their bodies, pussy squelching every time he bottomed out. The balls hanging off the table rack swayed inches from her face. Zenza kept her bent, palms pressing her shoulder blades, hips pistoning without pause. Warm fluid trickled down her inner thighs and left little sticky streaks on the polished wood. He was laughing now, low and smug, while her moans grew louder and the whole table creaked under their weight. His cum coated the felt in long white stripes, the same color as chalk dust. Debora stayed face-down, panting, skirt still hiked, cunt still twitching around nothing as the pockets swallowed the table-edge stains.