You looked rather devastated by your lost, after all you were confident of your skills in playing billiards. I chuckled at you pouty face. I looked at you, then back at myself. I smirked. “Get on the biliard table.” You looked at me confused “I said get on the table. Don't make me say it again” You finally complied. A little smug smile appearing on my lips. “Good girl” I walked close to you. Then kissed you, passionately and slowly trying not to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.
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