Playboy Shootout - Episode 9

The contest ends. Winners are chosen. Sweat still clings to their bodies. She walks toward him, hips rolling with each step. Her fingers trace the hard line of his cock through thin fabric. He feels it twitch under her touch. She wraps her hand around his length, stroking slowly, deliberately. Her other hand pulls down his shorts. His cock springs free, thick and heavy in her grip. She drops to her knees on the mat. Takes him in her mouth without warning. Tongue swirling. Lips tight. She works him deeper until he hits the back of her throat. He grabs her hair. Thrusts forward. She gags but doesn’t pull away. Spit runs down her chin. He fucks her mouth in steady strokes. She moans around him, the vibration traveling through his cock. He pulls her up. Turns her around. Bends her over the equipment. Yanks her shorts down. Her ass is bare, cheeks spread. He presses his cock between them. Finds her wet cunt. Slides in deep in one thrust. She gasps. He pounds into her. Skin slapping. She grips the bench. Pushes back against each thrust. He reaches around. Finds her clit. Rubs it in tight circles. Her legs shake. She comes hard, cunt pulsing around his cock. He doesn’t stop. Fucks her through it. Chases his own release. Grunts when he fills her. Cum leaks down her thigh when he pulls out.