Playmate Profiles - Episode 10

Take a breath. Let it out. Then Amanda walks in. October's Playmate fills the doorway like a gift you unwrap twice. Blonde hair loose over bare shoulders, she stands in nothing but heels and a thong the color of dried roses. Her tits sit high, full, the nipples already tight from the chilled air. You watch the thong pull between her cheeks as she turns, the fabric disappearing, then reappearing with each slow step toward the bed. She stops at the edge, thumbs the sides, and slides the scrap down her thighs until it drops to her ankles. Her pussy lips part slightly, already wet enough to catch the light. She climbs onto the mattress on all fours, back arched, ass raised, knees spread. Her hands slide forward until her cheek touches the sheet and her hips stay lifted, the kind of pose that says exactly what she wants next. The scent of her skin is warm and sweet, like sugared almonds. You move in behind her, one palm on the small of her back, the other parting her. Two fingers slide through the slick, then push inside. She pushes back, taking them to the last knuckle. You work her open with slow, deliberate strokes until her thighs start to shake. When you replace your fingers with your cock, she exhales a single low sound and rocks to meet you. Every thrust draws a fresh pulse of wetness down her thighs. The room fills with the sound of skin meeting skin and the soft, wet rhythm of her cunt taking you deeper. She comes first, a tight flutter around your shaft, then again when you reach under her to rub her clit in tight circles. You follow right after, gripping her hips as you spill inside her. She stays still, holding you there, breathing hard against the sheets. Trick or treat never tasted this good.