Playboy Morning Show - Episode 329

Kevin and Andrea make room for Corey Feldman on the couch, and he settles in with that smirk that says he’s got more than just movies to talk about. His leather pants squeak as he spreads his knees, relaxed, the outline of his cock already thick against the fabric. They ask about the new album, but his answers keep sliding back to flesh—nights backstage, hands shoved down his pants while the bass thumped through his chest, bodies pressed close in the dark. Andrea leans in closer, eyes flicking down, and Kevin watches her tongue wet her bottom lip. Corey doesn’t miss it. He tells them how the music turns him on, how the crowd watching makes him hard, how sometimes he’ll jerk off in the wings before he steps on stage just to take the edge off. The conversation gets looser. Andrea’s hand drifts to his thigh, tracing the ridge through the leather. Kevin shifts, cock swelling inside his jeans, while Corey describes the way fans sometimes offer themselves right after the show—wet mouths, eager fingers, bodies hot and willing. He reaches over, cups Andrea’s chin, thumb brushing her lips until she opens for him. Kevin watches, breathing heavier, and when Corey leans in to kiss her, Kevin moves too, pressing against her from the other side. Three mouths. Six hands. The leather pants come down. Corey’s cock springs free, flushed and heavy, and Andrea wraps her fingers around it, stroking slow while Kevin kisses her neck and reaches between her legs. They talk in fragments now—release dates, tour stops, how Corey likes it when someone swallows every inch without hesitation. Andrea drops to her knees between them, takes him deep, and Kevin pulls his own cock out, guiding her free hand to him. Corey groans, hips rolling into her throat, while Kevin watches her cheeks hollow and thinks about the lyrics to the new single, the ones about hunger and heat and never getting enough.