Playboy Muses - Episode 1

She stands naked in the doorway, one hand gripping the frame. Morning light slides across her breasts, catches the curve of her hip, spills down her thighs. He watches from the bed. She meets his gaze and steps forward, bare feet silent on the polished wood. She crosses the room without hurry. Her nipples are tight from the cool air. When she reaches him she places her palms on his chest and climbs onto the mattress, knees bracketing his hips. He feels the heat of her before she settles. Her cunt is already wet; she drags it slowly along the length of his cock, coating him, then lifts just enough to take him inside. She sinks down in one smooth motion. A low sound leaves her throat. She stays still for a moment, savoring the stretch, then begins to move—slow, rolling strokes that grind her clit against him on every pass. Sweat gathers in the hollow of her collarbone. He grips her ass, fingers digging into soft flesh, guiding her pace without taking control. She leans forward, hair brushing his face. Her breath is hot against his mouth. She rides him harder now, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the quiet room. He feels her tighten around him, pulse after pulse, and follows her over the edge with a rough groan, spilling deep while she keeps moving until neither of them can stand it anymore.