Playboy Morning Show - Episode 452

Kevin and Andrea open the heavy front door and pull Geoff Keith inside. The comedian stands there grinning in his well-cut suit, tie already loose around his neck. Andrea reaches for him first, her fingers sliding under the knot until it slips free, then she leans in and kisses the side of his throat. Kevin stands close behind her, the heat of his body pressed against her back while his hands cup her breasts through thin silk. Geoff watches for a second, then takes over, tugging the straps down so Andrea’s tits spill out. He sucks one nipple deep, teeth grazing, and she lets out a sharp little moan. Kevin’s palm slips under her skirt, finds her bare and already wet, two fingers sliding straight into her cunt with a slick sound. Geoff drops his jacket, unbuckles fast, his cock hard and ready when it springs free. Andrea sinks to her knees between them, takes Kevin in her mouth first while she strokes Geoff’s length with a tight fist. The marble floor feels cool under her knees as she switches, lips stretching around Geoff’s thicker shaft, saliva running down her chin. Kevin kneels behind her now, spreads her ass, and pushes his tongue into her pussy in long, wet licks. Geoff’s hand rests on her head, guiding her rhythm, hips rolling slow. Kevin stands, lines up, and drives into her from behind with one deep thrust that knocks the breath from her lungs. Andrea moans around Geoff’s cock, the vibration making him grunt. They find a steady pace, Kevin fucking her hard while she keeps Geoff wet and throbbing in her throat. Sweat gathers at the small of her back. Geoff pulls free, lifts her, and sets her on the edge of the polished table, legs spread wide. He sinks in to the hilt, fucks her steady while Kevin stands at her shoulder, feeding his cock back into her mouth. Her moans come muffled, her body rocking between them. Geoff’s thumb finds her clit, rubs tight circles until her thighs shake. Kevin’s grip tightens in her hair, pace quickening. Geoff pulls out at the last second, strokes himself twice, and comes across her stomach in hot stripes. Kevin follows, spilling over her tongue, the taste sharp and salty. Andrea swallows what she can, the rest glistening on her lips as she catches her breath, skin flushed, nipples tight in the cool air.