Baseball training

She kicks off her sneakers and peels away her socks, blonde hair falling forward as she leans on the bench. Her friend watches, dark eyes fixed on the bat lying across her lap. The brunette’s fingers slide down to her own cunt, rubbing slow circles while the blonde spits on the knob and lines it up. Inch by inch she pushes. Her tight ring stretches, the muscle pulling taut and glossy, yielding around the smooth wood. A low groan slips out of her throat as the widest part finally pops through. She pauses, breathing hard, then feeds the rest in until only the handle shows. When she draws the bat back, her asshole stays open, the pink inside winking, soft walls fluttering like they’re asking for the next thrust. The brunette leans in, free hand still working her clit, and helps steady the bat for a second slow plunge. The blonde rocks her hips, chasing the burn, the slick slide, the wet sound of each withdrawal. Every time the bat leaves her, her gape blooms wider, shiny with spit and lube, the edges pulsing until she can’t wait to stuff it back inside.