I want to be mad at you as I lie on the green felt, bent over the pool table; a white cue ball gripped tightly in my hand. My blouse crumpled beside me, and my skirt pulled over my ass. My bare breasts are pressed against the pool table as the last of them claims his prize; his thick cock pistoning into my pussy just as the other two had before him.

I want to be mad, but, oh god, I'm cumming again. The shame in your eyes...that makes up for it.

I want to be mad, but I can't.