Home Run

Katie Kush and Siri Dahl keep their thing locked down tight. After every practice the college softball star slips away with her coach, eager for whatever filthy surprise waits at the other end. Katie lives for the brutal edge they play at—pussy slapping, spit, deep fingering that leaves her shaking. Today the door barely clicks shut before Siri smirks and steps out with a full-sized bat, the barrel already slick. Katie’s breath catches. Siri plants her feet, rolls the thick handle between Katie’s thighs, and watches the younger woman’s eyes roll back. The first slow push has Katie gasping, fingers digging into the sheets, cunt stretched around varnished wood. Siri works the bat with steady, unhurried strokes until Katie’s thighs tremble and her slick drips down the handle. When she finally drives it deeper, Katie comes hard, a strangled moan caught between her teeth. Siri’s voice is low, amused: “Home run.”