The Baseball Practice

Henry's beat after a grueling baseball season, muscles screaming from all those games, so he hits up Lyla for a massage to loosen the knots. She's thrilled to see him strut in, wastes no time diving in, her hands working magic on his tight back and thighs. 'God, I love baseball players,' she purrs, getting so damn into it her robe slips, giving him a sneaky peek at what's underneath. Bold as hell, he tells her to ditch the robe. She smirks, lets it drop, standing there buck naked and gorgeous. No hesitation—she reaches over, grabs his cock, and starts stroking it slow and firm. 'Swear I've never done this before,' she whispers, but her grip says otherwise. He slides a finger right into her wet pussy, and she leans down, takes his dick deep in her mouth, sucking like it's her new favorite game. 'Get on top,' he growls, and she hops up, planting that sweet ass on his face. He laps at her pussy, tongue flicking her clit, while slipping a finger into her tight ass. She's riding his mouth hard, moaning like crazy. Then she grabs his cock again, strokes it with all she's got, drops low to suck him off fierce and fast. Boom—he explodes in her mouth, and she swallows every drop. Henry's grinning like he just hit a walk-off homer, one satisfied ballplayer.