Playboy Morning Show - Episode 199

She pulls her dress higher. The silk bunches at her hips and reveals nothing beneath. His hands find her thighs, spreading her wider across the marble counter. Her breath catches when he presses two fingers inside. He works them slow, deliberate, feeling her body give way. She reaches down and grips the edge of the sink, knuckles pale. He watches her reflection in the mirror, eyes locked on the way her mouth parts with each thrust. The air feels thick, heavy with the sound of her wetness and the low hum of the ventilation fan above them. She grinds against his palm, chasing more, and he gives it without hesitation. His free hand slides up her ribcage, finds her breast, rolls her nipple between his fingers until her knees shake. He leans in closer, breath hot on her neck. She smells of perfume and warm skin. When she whispers his name, it comes out broken, almost a plea. He answers by pushing deeper, curling his fingers until her hips lift off the counter and her head falls back against his shoulder.