Playboy Au Naturel - Episode 8

He pushes her back against the sheets. Her legs spread open, already glistening. His tongue finds her cunt and she gasps—wet heat meeting wet heat. He licks slow, deliberate, then fast, teasing her clit until her thighs start to shake. She grabs his hair, holds him there, riding his face without shame. He moans into her pussy, tongue working deep, then flicking up again, relentless. Her back arches. She comes hard, legs clamping around his head, breath breaking into short, sharp cries. He doesn’t stop. He keeps licking her through it, slick with her, hungry for every drop. When he finally pulls away, his mouth shines with her. She drags him up by the shoulders, kissing him deep, tasting herself on his tongue. Then she flips him onto his back, straddles his hips, and sinks down onto his cock—wet, open, greedy. Her pussy takes every inch, tight and hot. She rides him slow at first, then harder, grinding her clit against him with every roll of her hips. He grips her waist, thrusts up to meet her, cock driving deeper each time. She leans forward, tits brushing his chest, nipples hard. He sucks one into his mouth, tongue flicking, teeth grazing. She moans, rides faster, cunt clenching around him. Sweat beads on her skin. The air smells like sex. She fucks him until her second orgasm hits—sudden, sharp, thighs trembling as she pulses around his cock. He groans, thrusts up hard, and comes inside her, thick and hot, filling her. She stays on top, breathing heavy, his cum leaking out around his cock. Neither of them moves. The sheets are damp. Her body glows. He strokes her back, lazy, satisfied. Outside, the light shifts. Inside, everything is quiet except the sound of them catching their breath.