Taking charge, Romy moved away from the pool table and turned to lay Mitchell back. Without breaking their kiss, Mitchell hopped up onto the table, sliding over the wooden rim to lie down. The green felt was coarse and hard and cold beneath him. His d**k stood up from his crotch, red and swollen. When Romy spread Mitchell’s legs, he bent down to catch his sensitive cockhead in his mouth. Mitchell bucked beneath him, hips pushing up off the table to drive as much of himself into the man as he could. His hands found the packets of condoms and lotion and dug into them, seeking purchase. “Yes,” he hissed. “God, please yes.”
Romy caressed Mitchell’s inner thighs, spreading his legs farther apart. The aching tip of Mitchell’s p***s disappeared into his mouth, then inch by inch, he watched himse
