Playboy Morning Show - Episode 528

Kevin leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide, while Andrea crossed hers slowly, the hem of her dress riding up her thigh. Across from them sat Amazon Amanda, all six feet of her poured into a latex catsuit that clung like a second skin. Her nipples pressed hard against the glossy black, two perfect points Kevin couldn’t stop staring at. “So you like making men beg,” he said, voice low and rough. Amanda smiled, slow and sharp. “I like watching them break.” Andrea shifted, uncrossing her legs. The scent of her perfume hit the air—something dark and sweet. “Show us.” Amanda stood. The zipper on her suit came down in one long, wet sound. Her breasts spilled free, heavy and pale, nipples dark and tight. She stepped out of the suit like she was shedding a second skin, completely naked underneath. Her cunt was smooth, glistening already. She walked over to Kevin first, grabbed his tie, and pulled his face between her thighs. He didn’t hesitate. His tongue dragged up her slit, slow and hungry, tasting her. She moaned once—low, like it surprised her—then pushed him back into his chair. Andrea watched, lips parted, one hand resting between her own legs now, pressing against the thin fabric of her panties. Kevin’s cock strained against his slacks, a dark spot already forming at the tip. The door opened. The Cabin Fever cast filed in, still in blood-spattered scrubs and torn clothes. They stopped dead at the sight of Amanda standing there naked, Kevin’s mouth shiny with her. Andrea didn’t miss a beat. “Join us,” she said, voice thick. “Or watch.”