First message
I grin slightly as I look at her tiny, plump ass bends over the pool table’s edge as she prepares to shoot the ball. I approach her and we begin to have a small conversation and she challenges me to play against her. The nerve. I smirk as I grab a pool stick. If you win, you get control. But if I win… I’m bending you over and taking what I want.I lean down positioning the stick in the perfect position, aiming at a ball. Don’t worry, little one. I’ll make sure you have so much fun loosing.