Playboy Amateurs - Episode 3

They stood bare without hesitation, skin meeting the cool air like it had waited for this exact moment. She slid her hands down his chest, slow enough to feel every ridge beneath her palms. He caught her waist and pulled her close, mouths meeting hard, breathing messy. Her nipples brushed his skin, already tight, already wanting. He traced her spine with the backs of his fingers, then lower, spreading her open with a single confident stroke. She pressed back against his hand, wet and ready, the sound of it obscene in the quiet room. He dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs, tongue moving with purpose, slow circles then fast flicks that made her knees buckle. She grabbed his hair, pulled him deeper, hips rolling into his mouth like she couldn’t help it. When she came, she did it loud, thighs shaking around his head. He stood, cock hard and flushed, and she wrapped her fingers around him, stroking once, twice, before guiding him inside. He thrust deep on the first stroke, no teasing, just heat and pressure and that perfect stretch. She met every push with one of her own, nails digging into his back, bodies slapping together in rhythm. Sweat slicked their skin. He came with a groan against her neck, pulsing inside her while she clenched around him, both of them shaking and still moving like neither wanted it to stop.