Playboy Morning Show - Episode 496

Andrea answered the door in a silk robe that barely covered her ass. Kevin stood behind her, calm as ever. Ronny Turiaf filled the doorway, all six-foot-ten of him, smiling like he already knew how the night would end. She took his hand and led him inside. The robe slipped from her shoulders on the way to the bedroom, landing somewhere near the stairs. Kevin followed, already undressing. Ronny watched her walk, his eyes on the sway of her hips. Andrea climbed onto the bed first, on all fours, looking back at both men. Her cunt glistened, slick and ready. Kevin moved in behind her and slid two fingers inside, testing how wet she was. She pushed back against his hand, hungry for more. Ronny undressed at the foot of the bed, his cock thick and heavy between his thighs. Kevin pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue, licking her slowly from clit to asshole. Andrea moaned, low and drawn out. Ronny stepped closer. She reached for him, wrapped her hand around his shaft, and brought him to her mouth. Her lips stretched around the head. She sucked him deep while Kevin kept working her from behind. Ronny groaned, one large hand resting on the back of her head. Kevin stood and lined himself up, pushing into her in one steady thrust. Andrea gasped around Ronny’s cock, then took him deeper. Kevin fucked her with long, measured strokes, gripping her hips. Every time he drove forward, she swallowed more of Ronny. They moved like that for a while—Andrea caught between them, spit running down her chin, cunt gripping Kevin tight. Then Kevin pulled out and nodded to Ronny. The big man climbed onto the bed. Andrea rolled onto her back, spread her legs, and pulled him down. He pushed inside her with one slow thrust, stretching her wide. She cried out, back arching. Kevin moved to her head, fed her his cock, and watched her take it while Ronny pounded into her. Ronny’s rhythm grew harder. His hands pinned her thighs open. Andrea’s moans turned into short, sharp sounds each time he bottomed out. Kevin pulled out of her mouth and stroked himself, watching her face twist with pleasure. She looked up at him, eyes glassy, and whispered for him to come on her tongue. Ronny came first, buried deep, pulsing inside her. Andrea clenched around him, milking every drop. Kevin followed, painting her lips and chin while she licked at the head. She lay there afterward, legs still open, come leaking from her cunt, lips shiny with Kevin’s load. Ronny kissed her thigh. Kevin brushed hair from her forehead. None of them spoke.