Playboy Au Naturel - Episode 2

She stands in the doorway like she owns the place—naked, slick with suntan oil, nipples hard from the cold marble under her feet. He watches her cross the room. Her hips roll. The light slides down her belly and settles between her legs. He feels himself thicken. She sees it. Smiles without showing teeth. He reaches for her wrist and pulls. She lands on his lap, thighs spread, heat pressing against the front of his slacks. He runs his palm up the inside of her thigh until two fingers part her lips and find the wet. She rocks once, twice. Slow. Deliberate. The silk of his trousers grows darker where she sits. He unbuckles with one hand. Her fingers are already there, freeing him. She wraps her hand around the shaft, strokes once from root to tip, and lines him up. He pushes in. She takes every inch with a soft, satisfied sound. They move together. Her knees brace on the couch cushions. He grips her ass, spreads her wider, watches himself disappear and reappear, glistening. Sweat beads at the small of her back. She leans forward, palms flat on his chest, riding faster now. The slap of skin fills the room. He slides a thumb between them, finds the swollen nub, circles it. Her breath catches. She grinds down harder. He feels her tighten, pulse, come with a broken moan against his neck. He follows seconds later, buried deep, hips jerking up into her. She stays seated on him until he softens. Then she stands, fluid leaking down her thigh, and walks back toward the open door like nothing happened.