Friendly Competition

Kay and Robby are bent over the pool table, chalking cues, when Paige strolls in and asks to play. The shots get sharper, the laughter louder, and Paige ups the stakes—she’ll lose her shirt if she sinks the next ball. She drops it clean. No bra. Her tits spill out under the bright table light. Kay’s eyes widen; Paige just grins and calls it strip pool. Robby shrugs, Kay caves, and clothes start hitting the floor. Robby’s left naked first, cock already hard in the open air. Kay decides the real game is who can claim it. She drops to her knees, lips sliding down his shaft while Paige tongues his balls, both women licking, sucking, trading spit. They strip the rest off, skin flushed, nipples tight, and trade his dick between hungry mouths. Pool’s forgotten; Robby’s the only prize left on the table.