Playboy Morning Show - Episode 466

Kevin drove deeper into Andrea until the leather couch creaked beneath them. She arched hard, nails digging into his shoulders, legs locked around his hips. Outside, the Spring Break sun slammed through the windows and turned their skin slick. The blinds rattled every time he thrust. She came twice before he even thought about slowing down. The doorbell rang. Kevin pulled out, cock glistening, and opened the door wearing nothing but a grin. Gavin McInnes stood there in a linen shirt, script in one hand, bottle of mezcal in the other. "Well, fuck," he said, staring straight at Andrea sprawled and dripping on the couch. "You started without me." He kicked the door shut, set the bottle on the coffee table, and unzipped. Andrea slid to her knees. She took him in one smooth motion, mouth stretching, spit already running down her chin. Kevin stepped behind her, lifted her hips, and pushed back inside. They moved like that for a long time—her body caught between them, the sound of skin on skin louder than the waves down the beach. Gavin came first, groaning, hand twisted in her hair. Kevin followed seconds later, buried to the hilt, flooding her while she shook. Afterward the three of them drank mezcal straight from the bottle and watched the sun drop into the ocean.