Playboy Morning Show - Episode 402

Andrea pushed Kevin back against the bed. Her mouth stayed on him as she worked his belt open with quick fingers. Kevin groaned and dragged her shirt over her head, tossing it somewhere behind them. They stripped fast, urgency written in every motion. Patrick Moote stood at the edge of the frame, watching. His clothes already lay on the floor in a loose heap. He stepped closer, the faint light catching on his skin, and the three of them moved together like they’d rehearsed the timing a hundred times before. Andrea reached for him first. Kevin followed, sliding his hand along Patrick’s thigh, guiding him down. The mattress gave under their weight. Andrea took Kevin in her mouth while Patrick pressed in behind her, one hand gripping her hip. The room filled with the wet sounds of breath and skin. They kept switching—Andrea between them, taking each in turn, her moans low and steady. Kevin leaned in, kissing Patrick hard while Andrea’s hand stroked them both. When Patrick slid inside her, Kevin stayed close, mouth on her neck, fingers teasing where they joined. Every thrust pushed Andrea forward, into Kevin’s waiting mouth. They stayed locked like that, moving in sync, the bed creaking beneath them. Sweat slicked their bodies. Andrea came first, clenching around Patrick, her cry muffled against Kevin’s thigh. Kevin followed right after, spilling over her tongue. Patrick pulled out and finished across her back, his breath ragged. For a moment, none of them moved. Then Andrea laughed, soft and hoarse, and the three of them collapsed in a tangle of limbs.