Backstage of 'Do you like baseball?'

Mya sits alone in the dressing room. Her skin still shines from the set lights. She peels off her costume piece by piece, letting each glove, jersey, and tight pant drop to the floor. Naked now, she spreads her legs wide across a low bench and trails two fingers over her already wet cunt. The touch is slow, lazy. She glances at the two bats leaning against the wall—both still glistening—and smiles like she’s replaying the last shot. She reaches for the smaller one first. Its handle slides inside her with almost no resistance. Mya bites her lip, rocks forward, and feeds it deeper until the fat barrel stretches her open. A soft gasp leaves her. With the bat lodged in her pussy she grabs the second, thicker one and works its handle between her cheeks. The pressure makes her breath catch, then a low moan breaks free as her arse gives way. Inch by inch she sinks it in, knuckles white around the grip. Her free hand never stops rubbing her clit. Every tiny twist of her wrist sends the bats nudging deeper, and the wet sounds echo off the lockers. Blonde hair clings to her damp forehead; her brunette streaks catch the light every time she tosses her head back. She doesn’t rush. She just keeps circling, grinding, filling herself until her thighs start to shake. A final, sharp breath leaves her as her body clamps around both handles. She holds still, savoring the fullness, then eases the bats out slowly, letting her holes pulse and glisten in the empty room.