Playboy Morning Show - Episode 2

Kevin's tongue worked slow circles around Andrea's clit while she moaned into the studio mic. She gripped the edge of the desk with one hand, the other buried in his hair, thighs quivering around his ears. The lights felt hot against her bare skin. Her skirt bunched up around her waist, panties stretched around one ankle. Kevin didn't rush. He licked her open, flat tongue dragging through her folds, tasting how wet she'd already gotten from just the thought of doing this on air. "Fuck," she breathed, voice low and shaky. The producer gave them a thumbs up from the other side of the glass. Andrea laughed once, short and breathless, then gasped as Kevin sucked her clit between his lips. Her hips bucked. She reached down to spread herself wider for him, two fingers holding her lips apart. He slid two fingers inside her without warning. She clenched around them immediately, tight and hot, and pushed back against his hand. He fucked her with his fingers in steady strokes while his tongue kept working her, relentless now. The mic picked up everything—the wet sounds, her breathing, the quiet curse she let out when he curled his fingers just right. Her orgasm hit fast. Her thighs clamped around his head and she came with a sharp cry, pulsing around his fingers, grinding down on his mouth like she couldn't help it. Kevin didn't stop until she went limp against the desk, chest heaving, legs shaking. He wiped his mouth on the inside of her thigh and looked up at her with a grin.