Playboy Girlfriends - Episode 2

Her tongue traces a wet path down his stomach, teeth catching on the waistband of his boxers. She drags them down with one impatient tug. His cock springs free, heavy and flushed, and she wraps her fingers around the base without hesitation. A slow lick follows, base to tip, deliberate. The taste of him draws a hum from her throat. He grips the edge of the bed as her mouth slides down, taking him deep, lips stretched tight around his thickness. Her hand works what her mouth can't reach, stroking in time with the bob of her head. Spit slicks her knuckles. She pulls off just long enough to catch her breath, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the swollen head. "Fuck, that's good," he groans. She answers by sinking lower, throat opening for him until her nose presses against his pelvis. Her eyes water but she holds there, swallowing around the intrusion. When she pulls back again her chin shines. He pulls her up by the hair and kisses her hard, tasting himself on her tongue, then pushes her back onto the sheets. Her legs fall open without asking. He slides two fingers through the slick heat between her thighs, finds her clit and circles it once, twice, before pushing inside. She arches, a broken sound escaping her. He works his fingers slow and deep while his thumb keeps that steady pressure, feeling her tighten around him. She reaches down to wrap her hand around his cock again, stroking him with the same rhythm he's using inside her. Their breathing fills the room. He withdraws his fingers and lines himself up, the blunt head pressing against her entrance. One thrust and he's buried, the sudden fullness making her gasp. Her nails dig into his shoulders. He fucks her with long, measured strokes that make the headboard knock against the wall, then switches to short, hard snaps of his hips that punch little cries out of her. Sweat gathers at the small of his back. She hooks her heels behind his thighs and meets every thrust. The angle changes and she cries out, clenching around him. He doesn't let up. Her orgasm hits sharp, thighs shaking, mouth open on a silent scream. He follows seconds later, pulsing deep inside her, his rhythm faltering into uneven jerks. When he pulls out, come leaks from her onto the sheets. She drags two fingers through it and sucks them clean while he watches.