Playboy Morning Show - Episode 407

Kevin and Andrea open the door for Damien Fahey, the sharp-tongued late-night host. Kevin steps aside, chest bare and pants unbuttoned, a clear invitation. Andrea stands a step behind him, her robe slipping off one shoulder, nipples tight from the cool air. Damien's eyes move over both of them. The three of them already know what they want. No introductions needed. Andrea takes Damien's hand and pulls him inside. Kevin shuts the door, already sliding behind the newcomer to press his body close, breath hot at the back of Damien's neck. Andrea works Damien's belt with one hand, the other finding Kevin's cock through his open fly. Damien's fingers find Andrea's ass, squeezing hard, and she arches into the touch. She leans in to kiss him, tongue sliding against his as Kevin drops to his knees behind Damien and yanks his jeans down. Damien's cock springs free, thick and ready. Andrea drops with Kevin. Together they take turns licking Damien, tongues meeting at the head, mouths wet and hungry. Kevin sucks him deep while Andrea tongues his balls, the sound of it loud in the marble foyer. Damien's head tips back against the wall. His hands find their hair, guiding them. Kevin stands and moves behind Andrea, flipping up her robe. He pushes two fingers into her without warning. She moans around Damien's cock, the vibration making Damien groan. Damien pulls Andrea up, spins her around, bends her over the marble console table. Kevin slides his cock into her from behind, steady and deep. Damien steps in front of her face. She opens her mouth and takes him again, spit running down her chin as Kevin fucks her harder. The table rocks with every thrust. Damien reaches over her back to slap Kevin's ass, spurring him on. Kevin responds by gripping Andrea's hips tighter, driving into her faster. Damien's cock pulses against her tongue. He pulls out just in time to come across her lips and tits, thick ropes streaking her skin. Kevin follows right after, burying himself deep and filling her, hips jerking with each pulse. They don't speak. They just breathe. Then Andrea straightens, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and smiles like she's about to ask what they want for dinner.