Playboy Girlfriends - Episode 3

She climbed into his lap like she owned it. Legs spread wide over his thighs, her bare heat settling against the hard line straining beneath his trousers. She rolled her hips slow, dragging slick folds along the fabric until the wet patch grew and his breath caught. His hands gripped her waist, thumbs digging into soft skin, guiding her rhythm, urging her down harder. She reached between them, freed his cock, stroked it once, twice, slicking the head with her own arousal before sinking onto him in one smooth motion. The stretch stole the air from her lungs. She rode him in tight, deliberate circles, every downward thrust taking him deeper, her cunt clenching around him with greedy pulses. Sweat beaded between her breasts. He leaned forward and licked a stripe up her throat, teeth grazing the pulse hammering there. She moaned low, filthy, shameless, fucking herself on him faster now, the wet slap of skin filling the quiet room. His fingers found her clit and rubbed tight, quick circles that made her thighs tremble. She came hard, pulsing around him, nails digging crescents into his shoulders as her hips stuttered. He followed right after, spilling hot and deep inside her with a strangled groan against her collarbone.