Backstage with Leanna Sweet

She had a wild tangle of red hair and the smile of a girl who doesn't hold back. We stripped her bare and pressed a baseball bat between her thighs. Her laughter came quick and bright as the thick wood stretched her open. Each inch went deeper while her hips rocked to meet it. We slid it out gleaming and switched to hands. Two fingers, then four, then the whole fist slipped inside without resistance. Watching that petite body swallow wrist after wrist was startling. Her cunt clenched around our knuckles like it knew exactly what it wanted, milking each thrust. She never stopped giggling.