Wild and wicked

She sprawls across the practice room floor. The bass thumps in the background. One drumstick stays in her grip while the other slides between her legs. Slow at first. She parts her thighs, spreads herself open with two fingers, and pushes the rounded tip inside. The wood feels cool, then warm. She works it deeper, angling it until the tension builds and her breath catches. Her hips roll to meet each thrust. Sweat beads on her skin as she grips the stick tighter, driving it in and out in a steady rhythm that matches the bass still echoing through the room. Her free hand works her clit while the drumstick stretches her further. When the pace quickens she bites her lip hard, letting out sharp, broken sounds. She keeps going until her legs shake and her back arches off the floor, coming with the stick buried deep inside her.