Pool party

Candy found Peaches fucking someone else behind the cabana. The pool party kept going—splashing, laughter, music. She watched them slip into a back room and left before they noticed her eyes. Later she told Peaches to meet her in the game room once the guests were gone. Peaches showed up tipsy and topless, thinking she’d got away clean. Candy racked the balls. She bent Peaches over the table, cue pressed between her shoulder blades, and made her spread her legs. She lined the cue ball at Peaches’ ass, whispering the rules: every ball she sank went straight into one of Peaches’ holes instead. The first shot missed. Candy pulled it back, slid the thick ivory ball between wet lips, and pushed until it disappeared inside Peaches. A second ball followed, pressing the first deeper. Peaches tried to stand; Candy pressed her down again and aimed the cue at her cunt, slick and glistening under the low light. Each successful shot earned Peaches another ball. When seven sat inside her, Candy switched to fingers, working the cue between swollen folds until she forced another in. Peaches whimpered with every deliberate thrust, heat rising against cool felt. Candy kept count, voice low and steady. By the end of the frame, Peaches had taken every solid and every stripe. Candy smiled, finished the eight-ball shot straight down the center, and left her bent there, dripping with sweat and full.