Playboy Morning Show - Episode 190

Isabella’s hand slides under Gabriel’s shirt first. He pulls it off in one motion. Skin meets skin, warm and bare, her breasts pressing to his chest. Her nipples tighten when he palms her, rolling each one between his fingers until her breath catches. He kisses down her neck, teeth grazing her collarbone, leaving a faint line of heat. She grips his belt, works it open, then shoves his pants and boxers low. His cock springs free, heavy, the head already wet. She wraps her fingers around it, strokes once, slow, feeling the pulse. Gabriel groans, the sound low, and pushes her against the wall. His palm slides between her thighs, finding her slick. Two fingers part her, pressing inside, moving in steady thrusts. Her hips rock forward, chasing the rhythm. She spreads her legs wider, nails digging into his shoulder. He curls his fingers, finds that spot that makes her knees give, and keeps working it until she swears softly against his mouth. He pulls back just long enough to grab a condom from the nightstand. She watches him roll it on, eyes dark, then turns and bends over the bed, ass up, offering herself. Gabriel grips her hips, lines up, and sinks in with one smooth thrust. She gasps, back arching, gripping the sheets. He sets a hard pace, the slap of skin sharp in the room. Sweat beads on his chest, runs down his spine. Isabella pushes back to meet each stroke, her cunt tightening around him. He reaches under her, finds her clit, rubs tight circles until her thighs start to shake. She comes with a broken moan, pulsing hard, dragging him over with her. Gabriel shudders, thrusts deep, and stays there, buried, until the aftershocks fade.