Playboy Morning Show - Episode 444

Kevin stretched her out across the cold sheets and ran his tongue along the inside of her thigh until Andrea shuddered. She pushed his head lower, fingers tightening in his hair, and he answered by spreading her open with both thumbs. The first stroke of his tongue was slow, flat, dragging heat through her folds before he flicked the tip across her clit. Andrea’s hips jerked. She ground against his mouth, riding the rhythm he set—short sucks, long licks, two fingers sliding in to crook against that swollen spot inside her. He pumped them in time with his tongue until she came hard, thighs clamped around his ears, a raw sound ripping out of her throat. Kevin didn’t ease off. He licked her through the aftershocks, slower now, savoring every pulse, every fresh rush of wetness she gave him. When she finally loosened her grip, he looked up, mouth shiny, eyes dark. Andrea’s hand found his cock, already heavy and hot, and she stroked him once, twice, guiding him straight into her. He thrust deep on the first stroke, bottoming out with a low grunt. They moved together, fast, messy, skin slapping against skin, breath coming rough. Andrea reached down, rubbed her clit in quick circles while he fucked her, chasing another orgasm that hit just as he spilled inside her. Neither of them moved for a long moment, bodies locked, sweat cooling on flushed skin.