Playboy Morning Show - Episode 526

Kevin and Andrea press a little too close on either side of Omari. His shirt rides up as Kevin tugs the hem; Andrea’s hand slips beneath, nails tracing the hard plane of abs until she feels the twitch. Omari’s cock thickens against his thigh, the outline clear through the thin black fabric. Kevin’s fingers find it, stroke once, slow, the same way he might test a pulse. Andrea leans in, her lips at Omari’s ear, whispering something filthy that makes the muscle jump under her palm. She unzips him—metal teeth parting—and the head slips free, flushed and heavy, already glistening at the slit. Kevin wraps his fist around it, works the skin down, thumb dragging over the wet crown. Andrea leans lower, tongue flicking the underside in one short, wet lick, then another. Omari’s hips push forward; Kevin tightens his grip, holding him steady while Andrea takes more, lips stretching around the shaft, spit sliding down to Kevin’s knuckles. She pulls off with a pop, strings of saliva still connecting them, then Kevin replaces her mouth with his own, deeper, slower. Andrea’s hand cups Omari’s balls, rolling them while Kevin swallows until his nose presses skin. The camera keeps rolling.