I couldn't sleep again last night, mostly because of a long nap in the afternoon.

Not knowing what to do with myself, I turned on the TV and found a replay of today’s Anli Cup billiards tournament. Feeling a sudden impulse, I decided to go play some billiards myself. Action is better than hesitation, so I grabbed my cue and headed straight for the hall.

Students are always broke, so I ended up at one of those cheap, local spots to get my fix. The tables were a bit worn, but that didn't matter to me; as long as they were playable, I was happy.

As I stepped into the hall, my god—it was incredibly deserted. The girl at the counter was busy reading a manga.

I chose a secluded corner and set up a table. As I played, even though my skills aren't top-tier, I felt like I was holding my own.

"You play quite well!" a voice called out. I looked up to see the girl from the counter.

We began chatting as I played. Her name was茜 (茜, pronounced *Sia*). She had long, straight hair that fell past her shoulders, and a sweet, charming smile. Her figure was stunning, boasting at least a 36C bust. She was wearing a white T-shirt with the company logo, a short black skirt, and long riding boots. She had the looks of a model, though she was a bit on the shorter side, maybe around 160cm.

It turned out that in her free time, Sia worked as a showgirl at exhibitions. Usually, she just helped out at her uncle's billiard hall during the day, but her uncle had gotten drunk at a wedding banquet tonight. Her aunt had to stay home to look after him, so Sia was covering the shift alone before her relief arrived later.

"Watching you guys clack those cues all day looks like fun," Sia said, leaning in. "You're good. Can you teach me?"

"You work here, and you don't know how to play?" I teased. (Truth be told, while my interest in her body was skyrocketing, teaching someone who didn't even know how to hold a cue was going to be a challenge...)

"I only know a little bit! How did you do that last shot? The ball actually curved! It’s magic! Teach me, teach me!" She was asking about the draw shot, which is tricky... let's hope she can actually pick it up.

"Oh, that's called a left draw shot, or a right draw shot. The ball moves in different directions depending on how you hit the underside," I explained.

Sia picked up a cue that felt comfortable in her hands. "Hurry up and teach me!"

Wow. She was all ready to go. It seemed like there was no turning back now.

After a fair amount of gesturing and some rather unpolished instruction, Sia finally grasped the concept of where to strike the ball for a draw shot.

"Hey, look at me... is my hand crooked? Am I lined up right?" she asked.

Good heavens... (If I stand directly in front of you to check, the only thing I'll be looking at is your chest!)

I tried to look away, but when I looked... oh man. Sia was wearing fiery red lingerie underneath, and she was quite full... As she breathed, those two mounds of flesh swayed gently. Just seeing them made my manhood stir and harden. "Where are you looking?! Come over here and show me how to stroke the cue!"

I had a feeling Sia didn't actually care that she was exposing herself. Thinking this, my own inhibitions began to slip.

I walked over to her side, pretending to give serious instruction, while my eyes began to roam over her exquisite body.

Starting from her long, smooth neck, her gaze traced her shoulders, her back, her hips, her thighs, and down to her slender calves, forming a perfect, curvaceous silhouette. Her skin was so smooth and her figure so well-proportioned that she was utterly captivating.

"Yeah, that's it... why don't you hold my hand and let me feel the stroke?" she suggested. (Hold her hand... or hold her?...)

As I leaned closer to her body, her faint, sweet scent made my head spin. When I took her hand, it felt incredibly soft and delicate.

"Are all girls' hands this soft?" I asked.

"Yes, but other parts are even softer," she replied. (Was that a hint...?)

I decided to test the waters. At worst, she'd slap me. I slid my hand onto her rounded hip, and to my shock, it wasn't just skin—it felt like a thong!

Seeking more clarity, I let my hand wander slowly up and down her curves. "You have a very shapely rear," I whispered in her ear, secretly confirming that she was indeed wearing a thong.

"That's right. Don't you guys love a shapely ass? It makes things much better!"

Hearing that, all sense of morality vanished. My other hand slid under her arm, reaching around to greedily cup her full breasts.

First, I squeezed and kneaded them through her bra like dough. Then, my other hand slipped under her skirt to massage her buttocks. Finally, I unhooked her bra and began to apply the techniques I had learned from adult films.

Because of her posture, her breasts hung naturally, feeling different than usual. It was incredibly fun to feel them sway as I touched them.

My left hand worked tirelessly on her breasts, kneading and squeezing them, my palm swirling around her nipples as I tried to cup the entire weight of them in my hand. They were incredibly silky and smooth; there was a delicious, wet sensation as her nipples rubbed against my palm.

I alternated between the two, moving to the other breast whenever the one in my hand began to feel warm from the friction. Under my constant attention, her nipples became engorged and hard, swelling three or four times their usual size.

Under my ministrations, Sia began to let out soft, involuntary moans. Encouraged by the sound, I changed my technique. Using my index and middle fingers, I pinched her pink nipples and pulled them firmly, letting them slide through my fingers thanks to the elasticity of her skin. As I repeated this, her moans grew more urgent. I knew she was feeling waves of tingling pleasure radiating from her nipples.

This was a technique I had never truly used on a real woman before... but this was only the beginning.

From my observations, Sia was a natural flirt. Wearing sexy lingerie and a thong suggested she had plenty of experience. Today, I would first use my hands to send her to heaven, and then let my "little brother" have a feast. Even though my own experience was limited, I had watched plenty of movies.

By now, my manhood was throbbing, standing tall and hard. I released her breast with my right hand and let it slide down toward her belly. While my left hand continued the intense stimulation of her chest, my right hand began to softly caress and massage her waist and abdomen to balance the sensation.

As my hand reached her belly, I pressed my index finger just below her navel, moving it up and down. Her abdomen was delicate and soft, the skin around her belly button rising and falling with my touch.

I spread my palm across her lower belly. Her hair was thick and soft, spreading down toward her thighs. Meanwhile, Sia's small hands weren't idle; she began to stroke my hardening length. God, it was intoxicating!

"You're so hairy..." I whispered some dirty talk, which unexpectedly stoked her desire, making her more aggressive in her caressing.

My hand moved through her thick, soft pubic hair, inching closer to her crotch. I could feel the first signs of moisture seeping from her. I pulled my hands back and pressed them against her full buttocks.

I dug my thumbs into the crease where her buttocks met her thighs, using my other eight fingers to knead and squeeze her flesh. To my surprise, Sia seemed to thoroughly enjoy this masculine brand of foreplay. Of course, my goal wasn't just to please her; it was to ignite her passion, to make her lose all her inhibitions and shame so she would pour her inner sensuality into our encounter.

My fingers moved slowly, pressing toward the center of her cleft. Her dampness was already soaking through the thin fabric of her thong. I traced the edges of her slit without touching the center directly, letting her body build its own anticipation. Her breathing became ragged, and she began to writhe her hips, her inner thighs tensing up. Knowing she was heating up, I whispered, "How does it feel?"

"It feels... mmm... ah..." she moaned, her sensations intensifying under my teasing.

I pressed my fingers against her through the fabric, feeling how soft and hot she was. She let out a sharp "ah!" and arched her back, pushing her hips toward me. Following the damp trail, I used my fingertips to flick and tease her clitoris through the cloth. Sia seemed to love the sensation, thrusting her hips forward to grind her clitoris against my fingertip.

I slid her thong down to her thighs and used my left hand to pinch her thick, tender labia.

She was soaking wet; the sensation of her warm, slippery folds was incredible. I squeezed, pinched, kneaded, and teased, pulling the labia apart and rubbing the base of my palm against her slit. Her body jolted with every movement.

"Hah... hah... ah..." Sia let out blissful moans, her head and shoulders swaying as her hair fell loose. At that moment, I curled my fingers and slid my middle finger deep into her tight, wet crevice.

"Oh!" she cried out. I pressed my thumb against her anus, tracing light circles around her puckered skin. Once my finger was deep inside her, I didn't move; I simply let her feel the presence of my finger inside her.

Sia's face was flushed a deep crimson, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. I reached up with my right hand to gently pinch her earlobe and comb through her hair, making sure she felt my presence even as she lost herself in pleasure.

Her breathing grew heavy. "Feels good, doesn't it?" I teased.

"It's... it's so itchy..."

"Want me to scratch that itch for you?"

She nodded frantically, pushing her hips back against my hand. I began a steady, rhythmic thrusting with my middle finger, watching her closely. A look of pure ecstasy crossed her face; her brow furrowed, her head tilted back, and her lips trembled.

When I brought my other hand to her lips, she immediately took my fingers into her mouth, sucking on them hungrily. Then, I added my index finger to the mix, stretching her open. With two fingers now working inside her, the friction became even more intense.

"Oh... oh... no... ah... ah..." Her writhing hips said everything; her body couldn't lie. The sensation was reaching a crescendo. Her vaginal opening was pulsing, releasing juices with every thrust, creating a wet, squelching sound. She was on the verge of an orgasm, but instead of pushing her over the edge, I pulled my fingers out. My own manhood was now pulsing, almost ready to burst.

"Let me serve you now!"

Sia turned around and knelt between my legs. She teased my length with her delicate hands before taking me fully into her mouth. Her red lips and nimble tongue worked magic, sucking and licking with a fervor that sent waves of pleasure straight to my brain—it was far better than any solo session.

Sitting on the edge of the billiard table, I watched her head bobbing between my thighs. My eyes drifted to her high, rounded buttocks and her heavy breasts, which swayed in rhythm with her movements. Unable to take the stimulation, one hand pressed her head down while the other grabbed her breast, squeezing the soft, warm flesh until her nipple stood hard.

After a few teasing licks of my tip, she took me deep into her mouth. As her mouth provided a warm, wet vacuum, her hands worked on me simultaneously. The dual stimulation was ten times more intense than anything else. I lost all reason, grabbing her head and thrusting my hips to drive my cock deep into her throat.

Suddenly, Sia began to suck even harder, and before long, I was at my limit.

"Stop... stop! If you want to finish, stop!" I gasped, feeling the climax approaching.

I flipped her over, making her lean her hands against the billiard table. I climbed onto her back, spreading her legs wide. One hand gripped her hip while the other held my cock against her entrance. I didn't thrust in immediately; instead, I just rubbed the head of my cock against her soaking wet slit. The teasing sensation made her entire body tense with anticipation, her juices overflowing. Seeing her so drenched, my excitement peaked. I gripped her slim waist, gave a powerful thrust, and buried myself deep inside her.

Sia let out a cry of startled pleasure. Seeing her reaction, I increased the pace, thrusting deep with every stroke. She was draped over the table like a beautiful animal, her pale neck looking exquisite. The visual was overwhelming. After about fifty heavy, deep thrusts, it was time for my "little brother" to finally have his turn.

Being entered from behind while her breasts were teased and her clitoris was rubbed made her overflow with moisture. She moaned and swayed her hips to meet my rhythm. Thanks to the intense foreplay, she quickly reached a peak, lost in the sheer sensation.

I knew she was lost in passion, but a lingering shred of modesty still made her try to suppress her cries, fearing someone might hear. But her body told the truth; her rhythmic moans and the way she arched her back betrayed her intense pleasure.

I flipped her over to face me, supporting her waist as she lifted her legs high, wrapping them tightly around my hips. Even in her long boots, her legs felt incredibly smooth as I caressed her inner thighs. She squeezed me so tightly that it was hard to move, forcing me to thrust even harder to maintain the rhythm.

The logo on her shirt—"FALCON"—blurred before my eyes as we moved. "Ah...!" she finally cried out, "I'm... it's coming! Right there... you hit the spot! It's so tight... once... twice... oh!"

Hearing her ecstatic cries, I thrust faster and deeper. She reached down to caress my scrotum as well. "You're... so thick... you're hitting... my cervix!" she gasped. I increased the speed, hitting her from every possible angle.

I shifted from heavy pounding to a more rhythmic, high-quality thrusting, using my hands to massage her back from her neck to her waist, occasionally leaning in to kiss her skin. It felt like we were riding a wave, constantly chasing the next peak.

Her hips moved with even greater intensity as the heat inside her rose. I kissed her hair, her ears, and her cheeks, wrapping my arms around her so she felt completely surrounded and protected by me.

Sia was on the verge of a total breakdown. As she neared the edge, I whispered in her ear, "If it feels good, just scream. It's okay."

As soon as the words left my mouth, I began to thrust with everything I had. The sound of my balls slapping against her buttocks filled the air. Under this dual assault, Sia finally broke. The physical pleasure overwhelmed her, and her entire body began to tremble. Her rounded hips bucked wildly, driving me to thrust even harder.

Soon, her body went rigid, and sensing the moment, I pulled out.

"Ah... why...?" she whimpered, sounding almost desperate.

Hearing her plea, I drove my iron-hard cock back into her.

"It's coming... it's coming!" her internal muscles clamped down violently around me.

"Ah... ah...!"

Under my relentless attack, Sia tossed her head, tears of pleasure streaming down her face. I drove deep into her core without mercy.

"I'm going to die... oh... give it to me!" she wailed, her voice thick with emotion.

I leaned in, my tongue tangling with hers, while my hands continued to massage her hips.

Sia's entire body tensed as she let out sweet, breathless moans. Her pink tongue danced with mine. My hands kneaded her full breasts as we kissed and thrust. She arched her back, her toes curling, her smooth thighs trembling with sweat and nectar. (*You slut, you're about to blow!*) I thought to myself.

The violent thrusting made her whole body vibrate. As we broke the kiss, she let out a piercing scream, "Ah...! Oh...! So good...! Harder...! Ahhh!" At that moment, my own muscles began to twitch. Seeing her climax, I couldn't hold back any longer. I took a deep breath, and Sia, sensing my desire, wrapped her legs tightly around my waist to lock us together.

"Mmm... shoot... inside... ahhh!"

With one final, powerful thrust, I rubbed my cock hard against her vaginal walls. "I'm coming!" "Mmm... yes... me too...!" I felt my tip expand, and a hot, unending stream of semen erupted into her. "Oh... give it to me... you're shooting... so much..."

With one last deep lunge, my entire body shuddered as the hot essence flooded her womb.

"Ah... mmm..." Sia clung to me tightly. I stayed inside her for about three minutes, letting the warmth settle, before finally pulling out.

As we lay there catching our breath, she whispered weakly, "You're... surprisingly intense..." She was completely limp, and soon she fell asleep in my arms.

Even though my wallet was a little lighter after paying for the table, it was worth every cent. I never expected Sia to be such a little slut. I was quite proud of my first performance—it turns out watching adult films really pays off. I was already looking forward to the next time I could get this sexy girl to lose control.