Playboy Morning Show - Episode 202

She presses her hips down and takes him in slow, letting every thick inch stretch her open. Her cunt grips him tight, slick and hot. He groans low and grabs her waist, but she shakes her head. Not yet. She rolls forward, then sinks again. Deeper this time. Her breath catches when the head nudges that tender spot inside. She grinds on it, small circles that make her thighs tremble. Sweat beads between her breasts. He watches them sway, eyes heavy, jaw clenched. She leans in, lips brushing his ear. “Stay still,” she whispers. Her voice rasps. He obeys. She rides him faster now, wet sounds filling the room each time she drops. His cock drags against her walls, thick and insistent. She clenches on purpose and feels him twitch. Her clit drags against his pelvis with every thrust, sharp jolts of pleasure shooting straight up her spine. He tries to thrust up and she stops, nails digging into his chest. “Not yet,” she says again, firmer. His fingers flex on her hips but he waits. She starts moving once more, slower, savoring the drag of him inside her. A low moan slips from her throat when she angles just right. Her orgasm builds fast. She chases it, breath ragged, fucking herself down harder. The slap of skin on skin grows louder. He watches her fall apart above him, eyes locked on where they’re joined. Her walls flutter and clamp, and she comes with a sharp cry, hips stuttering, cunt pulsing around him in tight, wet spasms. Only then does she let him move.