Playboy Girlfriends - Episode 3

The camera finds him first. She’s already on her knees between his spread thighs, lips stretched wide around his cock. One slow, wet pull from root to head, then she dives back down. Saliva runs down his shaft in shiny trails. His hand fists her hair, guiding her deeper each time she takes him. He pushes until her nose presses into his skin and her throat tightens around the head. She swallows. The muscles close tight, rippling. She holds it, breathing hard through her nose, then pulls off gasping. Strings of spit hang from her chin to his glistening cock. She wipes her mouth on the back of her wrist, looks up, eyes glassy, and goes down again. This time she cups his balls, rolls them, gives a gentle squeeze as her lips seal around the crown. Her tongue works the underside in lazy circles. He groans. The sound makes her thighs press together. She rocks slightly, the movement pushing her hips back so the lens catches the glint of wetness between her folds. She’s dripping. He pulls her up by the hair and bends her over the arm of the couch. One shove and he’s buried to the hilt. The slap of skin is sharp and wet. He doesn’t ease in. Each thrust shoves her forward, tits swinging, hair tumbling over her face. She grips the cushion, knuckles white, and pushes back to meet him. Sweat beads at the small of her back and slides down the cleft of her ass. He spreads her cheeks, thumb dragging over her tight little hole, then presses just enough to make her gasp. Her cunt clamps down harder. He fucks her through it, pace brutal, until her legs shake and her breath breaks into short, sharp cries. When he finally pulls out she drops to her knees again, mouth open, tongue out. He strokes once, twice, and paints her lips and chin. She licks what she can reach, swallows, then smiles up at him, lips shiny, eyes dark.