Playboy Morning Show - Episode 216

Mindy Sterling laughs through the story like she’s back on set. Some actor kept muttering “Fräulein” under his breath between takes on Legit, and the whole crew picked it up. She rolls her eyes, but a flush climbs her neck. “They had me in this little nurse outfit,” she says. “I bent over to pick up a clipboard and the guy behind me groaned so loud I thought the sound guy caught it.” She doesn’t wait for permission. She peels the silk robe from her shoulders, lets it slide to the floor of the Mini Mansion. Her breasts are heavy, the nipples already tight from the cool air and the heat of the story. She steps out of the thin panties next, kicks them aside. “Who’s got a suggestion?” she asks the audience, hands on her hips, everything on display. A man in the front row calls out “hotel lobby.” Mindy straightens her posture, pretends to ring an invisible bell. “Checking in,” she says, voice suddenly crisp and proper. She reaches between her legs, spreads her lips for the audience, and holds the pose like she’s simply presenting paperwork. “Queen bed, ocean view, and if the bellhop wants a tip, he can use his tongue.” Laughter rolls, but she keeps the bit going, turning slowly so everyone gets the full view—ass, cunt, the soft belly that shakes when she laughs again. Another voice shouts “first date.” Mindy drops the hotel act, covers her breasts with both hands in mock modesty, then drops the hands and pinches her own nipples until they stand darker and harder. “So,” she says, batting her lashes, “do I put out on the first date, or do I make you wait until dessert?” She sinks into a chair, spreads her thighs wide over the arms. Her fingers move between her legs, slow circles over her clit while she keeps talking. “I told the director the nurse costume needed easier access. He didn’t argue.” She slips two fingers inside herself, pumps once, twice, pulls them free and shows the shine to the crowd. “See? Saves time.” The room is quiet except for her breathing and the wet sound of her fingers returning to her cunt. She holds the audience with her eyes, daring anyone to look away while she fucks herself in plain view. The grin she wore on set is back, wicked and wide, as she arches and moans for the room like the cameras are still rolling.