Playboy Morning Show - Episode 340

Andrea slid her dress to the floor and arched her back so the light hit every curve. Kevin called it bad naked. He said the pose made her look like she was auditioning for a surgical brochure. She laughed, rolled onto her side, and propped her head on one hand. The soft curve of her hip cast a shadow that vanished between her thighs. Good naked. Kevin set the phone aside, crawled onto the bed, and ran his palm from her ankle to the crease where thigh meets ass. Her skin felt warm and slightly damp. She reached for his belt without asking, fingers working fast. He kicked free of his jeans and settled between her legs, cock already hard against her stomach. She wrapped her fingers around him and gave one slow stroke from base to tip. Kevin groaned into her neck. He pushed two fingers inside her, felt her clench, then replaced them with his cock in one smooth thrust. They moved together, sheets bunching under her hips, the headboard tapping the wall in steady rhythm. Andrea came first, biting his shoulder. Kevin followed seconds later, hips jerking, heat spilling deep. Later they lay tangled and breathing hard. Kevin muttered something about round two. Andrea smiled against his chest and reached for him again.