Playboy Girlfriends - Episode 5

She stands naked at the window, late afternoon light warm on her skin. The golden shaft slides over her breasts, tracing each curve, the pink of her nipples hard from the cool air drifting in. She parts her legs just enough and the light slips lower, catching on the faint sheen between them. When he walks in he stops, caught by the way the sun sets her apart from everything else in the room. She turns, smiles without saying a word, and the silk robe she wore last night lies crumpled at her feet like it surrendered first. He crosses the space between them and sinks to his knees. His hands spread her thighs wider, thumbs pressing into the soft give of her flesh. She leans back against the glass, cool against her spine, and watches his tongue part her folds, slow and deliberate, tasting the warmth already gathering there. A low sound leaves her when his mouth seals over her clit and sucks, the wet pull making her hips jerk forward. He keeps at it, tongue flicking, lips tight, until her breath breaks into short gasps and her fingers knot in his hair. She comes with a long, trembling exhale, thighs clamping around his shoulders, the glass behind her fogging where her body rocks against it. He stands, mouth wet, and she reaches for his belt without hesitation. The metal clinks. Fabric drops. He turns her, palms flat to the glass now, and slides into her from behind in one smooth thrust. She takes him to the hilt, breath fogging a small circle on the pane each time he drives forward. The rhythm stays steady, deep, her ass meeting each stroke. His hand slips around to rub her again and she pulses around him, tighter, slicker. He grunts low against her neck and fucks her harder until the slap of skin fills the room. When he comes he stays buried, hips locked to hers, heat flooding inside. They stay like that a moment longer, breathing the same air, her forehead pressed to the cool glass while his hands smooth down her sides.