Playboy Morning Show - Episode 500

Andrea steps onto the platform in a black lace bodysuit that clings like liquid. Lights skate over the fabric, pulling the eye down the line of her waist and across the swell of her hips. Kevin watches her and loses the next sentence. The crowd feels it too. He reaches out, palm open, and she walks into the touch without breaking stride. Her palm slides over his chest, nails tracing the buttons until she reaches skin. She pushes the shirt aside, leans in, and runs her tongue slow across his nipple while the stage lights catch the wet shine she leaves behind. Kevin’s breath tightens. He grips the small of her back, fingers sliding under lace, finding the curve of her ass and squeezing. Andrea turns, grinds back against him, the thin strip of fabric between her legs already damp. She hooks her thumbs under the straps and peels the suit lower, baring the top half of her ass. Kevin pops the remaining buttons, shrugs off his shirt, and presses the hard length of his cock against the cleft of her cheeks through his open fly. He reaches around, cups her bare breast, thumb flicking the hard peak. Andrea moans, the sound raw and close to the mic. She bends, palms flat on the low table, and Kevin drags the lace aside. His fingers slip between her lips, spreading the slickness upward until it coats his knuckles. He lines up and pushes in, slow, deliberate, every inch disappearing until his hips meet her skin. The studio fills with the wet sound of him driving forward. Andrea pushes back to meet each thrust, head thrown, mouth open. Kevin’s hand stays at her hip, steadying them both. He pulls her upright, spins her to face him, lifts one thigh around his waist and sinks back inside her standing. Sweat slides down his spine. Her nails dig into his shoulders. When she comes her voice breaks, raw over the speakers, and Kevin follows seconds later, pulsing deep while the cameras roll.