Playboy Morning Show - Episode 205

She mounts him in one fluid motion. His cock slides deep as she settles. Her thighs clamp his hips. He grips her waist like he owns it. She rocks forward, slow then hard, working him with small, grinding circles. Sweat beads along her spine. He watches her breasts sway, nipples tight from the chill of the room. Her breath catches every time he thrusts up to meet her. The headboard knocks the wall in steady rhythm. She leans down, teeth grazing his jaw, whispering what she wants next. He answers with a sharp slap to her ass and flips them both. Now he's above her, driving in until the sheets bunch in her fists. She wraps her legs around his back, heels digging into muscle, pulling him closer, deeper, harder. The air smells like sex and skin. She comes first, sharp and loud, body clenching around him. He follows seconds later, burying himself to the hilt, pulse after pulse filling her. They stay locked together, breathing hard, neither moving, sweat cooling on flushed skin.