In The Pocket

Rachael Cavalli's holding court at the pool table like she owns the joint, chalking her cue, racking balls, sinking shots like it's second nature. Janie Blade hovers near the wall, eyes locked on her curves, then finally walks over with that cute nervous energy and spills it — she needs to learn this shit for her girl. Rachael's lips curl. She pulls Janie close, palms sliding over her hips to fix her stance, breath hot against her neck while Janie's ass brushes back just a little too eagerly. Next thing they're betting clothes. Every missed shot peels off another layer. Bras hit the felt. Panties end up draped over the corner pocket. By the time they're both naked and glistening under the lights, the cue's forgotten. Janie drops to her knees right there on the felt and Rachael grabs her hair, hips rolling forward. They fuck like they've been waiting all night to turn the game into something way filthier.