Playboy Morning Show - Episode 434

Kevin and Andrea welcomed Jaslyn Ome into their modest mansion. The Miss April 2013 title clung to her the way her silk blouse clung to her skin. She moved like warm honey poured over marble, hips rolling beneath that short skirt as if the air itself wanted a taste. Andrea poured drinks while Kevin watched Jaslyn shed her blouse, letting it drop to reveal the kind of breasts that made you forget your own name. She bent to unfasten her heels, ass round and tight, the thong cutting a thin line between firm cheeks. When she stood, naked except for that scrap of lace, she smiled slow, lips parted just enough to promise what her tongue could do. Andrea slid her hand between Jaslyn’s thighs, fingers finding wet heat already waiting. Kevin stepped close, his palm cupping one heavy breast, thumb dragging across the stiff nipple until Jaslyn’s breath caught. They moved to the bedroom without words. Jaslyn lay back on silk sheets, legs spread wide, knees bent, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. Andrea lowered her mouth, tongue tracing slow circles around Jaslyn’s swollen clit while Kevin pressed his cock against her lips. Jaslyn took him deep, throat relaxing, saliva glistening along his length as she sucked. Andrea’s fingers pushed inside her, curling against that spongy spot that made Jaslyn moan around Kevin’s shaft. The sound vibrated through him. He thrust deeper. Andrea sucked harder. Jaslyn’s hips bucked. Sweat slicked their skin. The room smelled like sex—musk, salt, and sweet perfume. Kevin pulled out of Jaslyn’s mouth, strings of spit connecting them, and pushed Andrea onto her back. He entered her with one smooth thrust. Andrea gasped. Jaslyn straddled Andrea’s face, lowering her dripping cunt onto waiting lips. Andrea licked upward, tongue parting swollen folds, tasting every inch. Kevin drove into Andrea harder, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing. Jaslyn rocked her hips, grinding against Andrea’s mouth, one hand pinching her own nipple while the other reached down to rub her clit. The three bodies moved together, breaths ragged, muscles tight, pleasure building until it broke. Andrea came first, cunt clenching around Kevin’s cock, her moan muffled against Jaslyn’s pussy. Kevin followed, pulling out to spill hot across Andrea’s stomach in thick pulses. Jaslyn rode Andrea’s tongue through her own orgasm, thighs trembling, wetness coating Andrea’s chin. They collapsed together, skin flushed, hearts pounding, the sheets damp beneath them.