Playboy Morning Show - Episode 11

Kevin and Andrea kept hunting their filthy little weather girl until they finally cornered her at the studio. They sprang their surprise fast—three suitors standing shoulder-to-shoulder, all hungry-eyed and stiff in the pants, ready to fight for a chance to fuck her on Valentine’s night. She tried to act cool, but the moment one of them stepped forward and traced a slow finger down the front of her blouse, right between her tits, her nipples pushed hard against the silk. The second suitor moved behind her, lifted her skirt, and cupped her bare ass, giving it a firm squeeze that made her breath catch. The third one dropped to his knees, spread her thighs, and dragged his tongue straight up the wet crotch of her panties, tasting how soaked she already was. She gripped the weather desk for balance while they took turns—hands sliding inside her clothes, mouths sucking on her nipples, fingers slipping under the thin fabric to stroke her clit and slide inside her. Each suitor tried to outdo the others: one bent her over the desk and ground his hard cock against her ass through his pants; another pushed two fingers deep into her pussy and curled them until her knees shook; the last one freed his cock and let her wrap her hand around it, stroking slow and tight while the others watched. Her moans echoed off the monitors as the three men worked her closer to the edge, competing with every touch, every lick, every filthy promise whispered against her ear.