Playboy Morning Show - Episode 191

Camilla pressed her bare back against the cold marble wall, the sudden chill making her nipples tighten instantly. Marcus stepped in close, his fingers dragging the silk down her hips until it pooled at her ankles. She reached for his belt, metal clicking as she worked the buckle free, then the button, then the zipper. He caught her wrist and guided her hand lower, pressing her palm against the thick heat already straining the front of his briefs. Her fingers curled around the shape of him through the fabric, feeling the pulse there. He kissed her hard, teeth catching her lower lip, while his free hand slid between her thighs and found her wet. Two fingers pushed inside without warning, slow but deep, curling once he reached the spot that made her knees weaken. She bit his shoulder to stay quiet. He pumped his fingers once, twice, then pulled them free and sucked them clean while she watched. Camilla reached for his briefs next, shoving them down. His cock sprang out, flushed dark at the head, a bead of fluid already gathered at the slit. She wrapped her hand around the shaft, stroking upward, thumb smearing that wetness across the crown. Marcus grabbed her ass with both hands, lifted her, and drove in hard on the first thrust. Her breath left her in a broken sound against his ear. He held her pinned to the wall, hips snapping in a steady rhythm, each stroke knocking a little gasp out of her. Sweat slid between her breasts. Her heels dug into the small of his back. He fucked her faster, deeper, until her thighs started to shake. When she came, she clenched around him so tight he had to grit his teeth to keep from following her over the edge. He stayed buried inside her until the tremors eased, then lowered her feet back to the floor, still hard, still slick with her.