She was cumming harder than I had ever seen her. Her whole body tensed and her mouth was agape. She slowly pulled the cock out of me."Now it's time fo...r my pussy to get fucked."I lent over to get on top of her but she stopped me, pushing me back. "Don't you think I deserve a big dick?" Yeah, babe, of course," I agreed. Realistically my little cock wasn't going to properly satisfy her."Good, then put this on." She handed the strap on to me. It was humiliating. There was a hole for where I could. I noticed Anaheim's biggest hitter had a big hole in his swing in a place no one would have thought to look. I filed that away for later. I learned a lot about their hitters watching them when they thought they were not being watched.Batting practice is a relaxed, have a little fun, but get your work in, kind of affair. These guys revealed little things about their game that I might be able to exploit in a tight spot.The middle hitters were all about muscle. They knew they were good. They just. Any similarity between the characters in this story and any actualpersons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story iscopyright 2013 by Ayn Ryan.Permission is hereby given to share this story on the World Wide Web,provided that (a) no charge of any kind, including, but not limited to,subscription fees, is made in connection with access to the story, (b)the story is reprinted in its entirety, including this notice, and (c)proper credit is given to the author at the time of posting. . I move against him, slithering, writing, stroking him as he pleases me, while I please him. I feel him move to his own accord, and I do the same, we sync perfectly. A match made in heaven. My moans grow, his growls makes me so heady. The stars I felt not long ago reappear; they’re starting to become brighter. I know the orgasm is going to slither its way to me soon. I lean back again, the bounce becoming stronger. His growls encourage me, I need him. I submit to him so easily, I’m so turned.