Playboy Morning Show - Episode 147

Kevin slides his jeans down. His cock stands half-hard against his thigh, the skin smooth except for one stubborn patch of dark hair he missed while shaving. He turns to Andrea, who’s already biting her lip at the sight of him. “Help me out?” he asks, voice low. She drops to her knees without a word. Her fingers wrap around the base of his shaft, tilting it toward her so she can get a better look. The stubble catches on her fingertip. She leans in, warm breath ghosting over the sensitive skin, and her tongue flicks out. Once. Twice. The hair resists, so she presses her lips around it, sucking gently until she can pinch the stray hairs between her teeth and tug. A soft, wet sound fills the room. Kevin’s stomach tightens. He watches her mouth work, sees the glint of saliva on his now-bare skin, and feels himself swell fully against her tongue. She looks up, eyes dark, and drags the flat of her tongue from the root to the head in one slow stroke, cleaning up what her teeth missed. When she pulls back, a thin strand of spit still connects her lower lip to the flushed tip. She wipes it away with her thumb, then licks her thumb clean, never breaking eye contact. “There,” she says, voice husky. “Smooth.”