Playboy Centerfolds - Episode 17

She came out of the silk like she'd been born in it. Slow. Deliberate. Her robe hit the carpet and left her standing in nothing but candlelight and skin. The curve of her hip caught the glow first. Then the swell of her breasts, nipples already tight from the chill in the room. She took her time crossing to the bed, letting me watch the way her thighs rubbed together with each step. When she climbed on, she didn't lay down right away. Instead she knelt over me, knees on either side of my ribs, and reached back to wrap her fingers around my cock. She stroked once, twice, testing the weight of it in her palm before she lifted her hips and sank down. The wet heat of her slid over the head and kept going until she had all of me. She stayed still for a moment, just feeling the stretch, then started to move. Not fast. She rolled her hips in lazy circles, grinding her clit against me every time she came down. Her breath came in soft little pants. I reached up and caught her nipples between my fingers, pinching just hard enough to make her clench around me. She smiled at that. Leaned forward until her tits brushed my chest and kissed me with her tongue deep in my mouth. Then she sat back up, braced her hands on my thighs, and started riding for real. The slap of skin on skin filled the room. Her cunt gripped and released with every stroke, slick and tight and greedy. She threw her head back and rode harder, chasing it, until her thighs started to shake and she came with a low, broken moan that made my balls draw tight. She didn't stop moving. Just slowed down, rolling her hips in that same lazy circle while the aftershocks rippled through her. Then she leaned down again, kissed the corner of my mouth, and whispered that it was my turn.