Do you like baseball? - part 1.

Some girls watch baseball for the bodies. Tight uniforms. Thick arms. Those long, hard bats. She's alone, blonde hair spread across the pillow, legs open on her bed. One hand between her thighs, two fingers already wet. The brunette sits at the edge of the frame, watching, then slips her own fingers beneath her skirt. Neither speaks. The blonde reaches for the bat that leans against the nightstand. She wraps her hand around the handle, tests the weight, then brings the thick end down to her cunt. She presses the rounded tip against her slit and works it in, slow at first, then deeper, hips lifting to meet each push. The wood stretches her. The brunette leans closer, breathing harder, her own fingers moving faster. The bat glistens when it slides back out. She drives it in again, deeper this time, until only the handle shows. Her free hand grips the sheets. She fucks herself with steady, measured strokes, the same way you'd swing for the fence. The brunette watches every inch disappear and comes quietly, thighs shaking. The blonde keeps going until her stomach tightens and her legs lock straight. She leaves the bat inside while she catches her breath, then pulls it free, shiny and warm.