They teach her

Steven's voice dripped like honey as he said, "I hope it's okay if we take turns." Johanna smiled in reply, her gaze never leaving Tom's face. He released his cue with a light hand and watched her reaction intently. Three balls fell into the pockets before he missed his shot. Without missing a beat, he said throatily, "Your turn, sexy." Handing off the cue to Johanna, she took it from him while staring deep into his glazed, creepy eyes. She made her way over to the table, bending low to take aim. Suddenly, she hesitated and looked up at him shyly, her lips forming a pouty question. "Maybe you could help me with this? I'm soo bad at this game."

Tom's voice dripped with desire as he drawled, "Sure baby, how can we help you?" She glanced up at him through her lashes and replied enticingly, "How do you handle this thing properly? I'm used to play with...thicker things." His smoldering gaze burned into hers as he murmured low and husky, "Take it like this," and gently placed it in her hands. Her heart raced as he slowly guided her over to the table. His strong arms snaked around her body, caressing her curves and leaning her ever so slightly forward. He took his time adjusting her arms until they were firmly locked into position for a perfect shot. Everywhere his fingers touched left a trail of fire on her skin.

“Yes, that’s it! Now give it one more push with all you’ve got!” Steven growled, his voice husky as he tenderly cupped her curves and gave her ass a firm slap. Johanna gasped in pleasure at the sudden contact, pushing her hips into the ball to send it flying down the alley. “You did it!” He chuckled, his breath hot against her ear as she spun around. She smiled coyly up at him, her hips swaying invitingly. “I think I can do even better this time...”.