Playboy Morning Show - Episode 338

Kevin and Andrea opened their doors to Sinbad at their sleek hillside home. The place stretched out in clean lines and quiet luxury, every room built to entertain and disappear in. He stepped inside to find them waiting. Andrea’s dress clung tight across her hips, her neckline cut low enough to show the swell of her breasts, nipples just visible through the silk. Kevin stood close, his shirt half-open, one hand resting on the small of her back. Sinbad’s eyes moved over her, taking his time, the smirk already forming. She noticed, and her lips curved in answer. Conversation drifted, turned thick with want. Andrea let her thigh brush Kevin’s, then Sinbad’s, as she leaned in to pour wine. Hands followed. Kevin eased the strap from her shoulder, baring one breast. Sinbad stepped closer, thumb brushing her nipple until it tightened under his touch. She didn’t pull away. Instead she reached between them, found the line of Sinbad’s cock through his trousers, fingers tracing its shape with slow intent. Kevin pulled the dress lower, bunching fabric at her waist. Sinbad’s mouth closed over her breast, sucking hard, tongue flicking. She gasped, hips shifting, pressing back against Kevin’s growing hardness behind her. Kevin’s fingers slipped beneath the dress, found the slick heat between her thighs, parting her. He stroked her open while Sinbad’s hand replaced his at her breast, kneading, pinching. She reached back, freed Kevin’s cock, stroked him in rhythm with the mouth on her. Sinbad knelt, pulled her dress up and off. His tongue met her cunt in one long lick, then another, tasting her. Kevin watched, stroking himself, then fed his cock between her lips. She sucked him deep while Sinbad’s tongue worked her clit, two fingers sliding inside. The rhythm built quick and hard, her moans muffled around Kevin’s length. She came once on Sinbad’s mouth, legs shaking, then again when Kevin bent her over the edge of the couch and drove into her from behind. Sinbad moved in front, cock heavy against her lips. She took him, eyes flicking between the two men as they used her mouth and cunt in turns. Sweat slicked skin, breath sharp, bodies colliding. Kevin came first, deep inside her, followed by Sinbad spilling across her tongue. She swallowed, licked her lips, already reaching for more.