Foosball table fun

"Bend over the table here." Steph instructed. Alex bent over it, her ass waving in the air. Steph gave it a light slap then tied her girlfriend to the legs of the table so she couldn't move.

All of a sudden, Alex was very aware of her girlfriend dragging the foosball table over to her and the handle of the rod used to control the players prodding her ass. "Steph?" Alex asked. She couldn't see because of her position, but she could feel her girlfriends hand gliding over her body, feather light.

"Don't worry ****, I'll finish you off," Steph said. Alex got wetter by the moment, anticipation and excitement building in her core. "But since your fingers didn't quite do the trick last time, we'll be using a different...how do I quote this...ah...tool to do it." Steph said suspiciously.

"Goddammit Steph just do it already." Alex whined, about to lose her shit if she was in the position a minute longer without being fucked.

She could hear Steph move behind the foosball table, then the rod slammed into her cunt.

"Nggggh-ahhhh S-steph..." Alex moaned as Steph continued quickly pushing the rod back and forth into her girlfriends pussy. The obscene squelching noise made by the rod rapidly going in and out of her only turned her on more.

"C'mon darling ****, don't take too much longer now. But if you cum without my permission, you'll be in for a punishment." Alex whimpered at the words.

"Steph, I d-don't know if I can hold it back it's...haaaaah...to m-much...ngggggggh" Alex moaned, reaching her climax very quickly.

"You better hold your dirty **** cum in your body until I say so or you'll be very, very sorry." Steph warned, but Alex was too far gone.