Pool Party in Her Mouth

When she told me her name was "Bunny" I almost laughed out loud. But she was serious. And her body was such a perfect image of a Playboy Bunny that I got turned on instead. She had given me her number the other night, but the last 2 digits were wrong, and I called every possible variation til I got a hold of her. We met up for a pool date. I could tell from her first 2 shots that she knew how to grip the stick and slam the balls hard and soft. She was good. Dangerous even. But she let me win. I asked her why? "Because a good girl must let the man win so that he can feel strong" she said. My dick was hard. Next game, I let her win. She seemed excited but accused me of going easy, as she leaned over the table into me. "A man can't win them all, especially when he's being hustled." She climbed up naked onto the table, and showed me a different way to rack the balls. A different way to grip the stick. A different way to smash the break. A different way to sink the hole. I fell in love. Sure enough I got hustled!