Playboy Centerfolds - Episode 2

She leans over him on the hotel bed, hair falling across her face. Her tits hang heavy, nipples tight from the cool air. He reaches up and palms one, thumb rolling over the stiff peak. She grinds down slow, cunt slick against his cock, sliding along the length but never taking it in. Not yet. He grabs her ass with both hands, spreading her open. Her asshole flutters. He watches it twitch as she rocks her hips, pussy lips parting around him, coating him in her wetness. She’s dripping. Every time she moves, more of it strings between them. She sits up, plants her palms on his chest, and sinks down. Her cunt stretches around him, tight and hot. He groans through his teeth. She takes the whole thing in one long push, bottoming out hard enough to make her breath catch. Her clit grinds against his pubic bone. She stays there, full, pulsing around him. He fucks up into her without warning. Hard, short thrusts that punch the air from her lungs. Her tits bounce. He watches them slap together, watches her face twist when he hits deep. She meets every stroke, riding him fast now, slick sounds filling the room every time she drops her weight. Her thighs shake. She leans forward again, grabs the headboard, and fucks him like she’s chasing something she needs right fucking now. Sweat runs down her spine. He feels it when she starts to come—her cunt clamps down, rhythmic and mean, milking him. He spills inside her with a low, guttural sound, hips jerking, cock twitching as he empties.