Playboy Girlfriends - Episode 5

She slides her tongue along the underside of his shaft, slow and deliberate, feeling every ridge and vein as her lips part wider to take him deeper. He tastes clean, faintly salty, and warm. She pulls back just enough to let her breath cool the wet skin before sucking him in again, cheeks hollowing. His hand finds the back of her head, fingers tightening in her hair without pushing, simply holding on. She works him with steady rhythm—mouth slick, hand stroking the base in time, spit glistening down her knuckles. When she glances up, his head is tipped back, throat exposed, pulse hammering visibly beneath the skin. A low sound rolls out of him. She feels it travel straight between her legs. He pulls her off with a wet pop, lifts her, and lays her on the edge of the bed. Knees spread. He kneels between them, mouth finding her cunt with the same hunger she showed him. Tongue flat, then pointed, then flat again, he drags it over her clit in firm, wet strokes until her hips buck. Two fingers slide inside her, curling, pressing, finding that spot that makes her breath catch and break. She grabs at the sheets. He keeps her pinned with one palm on her stomach, mouth never leaving her, drinking every twitch and gasp she gives him. When she comes it’s sudden, thighs closing around his head, a sharp cry torn from her throat. He doesn’t stop until she’s shaking. Then he rises, cock still hard, glistening, and pushes into her in one smooth thrust. She’s soaked. He slides home without resistance, buried to the hilt. They move together hard and deliberate—her legs locked around his waist, nails raking down his back, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the room. He fucks her deep, grinding on every downstroke so his pelvis drags across her swollen clit. Sweat beads at his temples. She meets him thrust for thrust until another orgasm rolls through her, tighter this time, pulsing around his cock. He follows right after, hips stuttering, coming with a guttural groan, spilling hot inside her. They stay locked together, breathing hard, bodies slick and trembling, the air thick with sex and salt.