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Sage
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ADMITTEDLY, I WAS feeling pretty good. Not drunk, but a little tipsy. Now my sense of humor was in the gutter and I’d turned our pool talk into something else. All I could think about was him holding his own rod and ‘practicing’ doing something other than the game. It was easy to do when the guy was walking around with a hard-on and not one bit embarrassed.
“Nothing. Don’t mind me.” I took the cue and then leaned down to make a shot.
“Wait, hold on.” He moved behind me very closely. So much that I could feel his hardness graze my a*s as he tried showing me where to hit the white ball. “You’ll have a better shot if you hit it right there,” he murmured near my ear.
I closed my eyes and leaned back, pressing my hips against his c**k and letting out a little moan. “I thi
