Šukání na kulečníkovém stole

I really was not a big billiard player, so I knew that, but the guy in the leisure coffee shop could not stand it any longer watching what I did with the table. He had probably watched me all the time and seen we were just my dress. That my black string was always to be seen when stooping over made him pretty 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 poke, I thought to myself. Better than a boring round of billiards. And then we fucked on the table. Very cool. When do you want to putt in with me?