Playboy Morning Show - Episode 386

Kevin and Andrea greet Patrice Wilson, the man who built ARK Music Factory and produced those songs everyone pretends not to know. He steps into the room already smiling like he owns it. Andrea takes his hand first, her dress sliding off one shoulder before the door even closes. Kevin watches, unbuttoning his shirt while she presses her bare breast against the producer’s chest, nipples hardening at the contact. Patrice’s hands find her waist, slide down, grip the swell of her ass through silk. She sinks to her knees without waiting for permission. Her mouth opens, tongue flat, and she takes him in one smooth motion until her lips meet the base. Kevin strokes himself at the sight, then steps closer, feeding his cock into her free hand. She works both men in steady rhythm, saliva dripping down her chin, the wet sound of suction filling the room. Patrice thrusts once, twice, and pulls out glistening. He lifts her onto the table, spreads her thighs, and pushes inside without preamble. Andrea cries out, back arching, the table creaking beneath them. Kevin moves behind her, pressing the head of his cock against her lips until she opens again. They fuck her in tandem, one driving deep between her legs, the other sliding over her tongue. Sweat beads on skin. The air thickens with breath and the slap of flesh. Patrice grips her hips hard enough to leave marks. Kevin’s fingers tangle in her hair, guiding her pace. She comes first, thighs shaking around Patrice, moans muffled around Kevin’s length. Patrice follows, pulling out to paint her stomach in thick ropes. Kevin finishes across her tongue, and she swallows without hesitation, licking the last drops from her lips as the two men catch their breath above her.