Kinky play

Mela grips the cue tighter, her knuckles pale under the table's green shine. Olivya pulls her up onto the felt edge, the balls clicking and rolling away. Their clothes end up on the rail, bare skin meeting cool slate. Mela wraps her legs around Olivya's waist. Hands travel, open-palmed and certain. Olivya slides her fingers between those wet folds and works them slow, thumb circling Mela's swollen clit until her hips jerk with every pass. Mela moans into her friend's mouth. They break the kiss only long enough to swap places, Olivya now draped over the table, thighs wide. Mela pushes two fingers into her heat, curls them, listens for the catch in her breath. They both laugh, low and dirty, as the eight-ball clatters into the side pocket untouched. Bodies slide and press, sweat sticks. The only rules left are the ones their cunts decide.