Playboy Muses - Episode 4

She came through the doorway already half undressed, satin robe sliding off one shoulder. He watched her cross the room. She left the robe where it fell. Her skin caught the low light—smooth, golden, bare. She climbed onto the bed without a word, straddled his thighs, and took him in her hand. She stroked him slowly at first, then tighter, thumb rolling over the head until he hardened against her palm. When she sank down onto him she was wet, tight, and she took every inch in one deliberate motion. Her hips rocked in slow circles, then sharp, urgent thrusts. She leaned back, hands braced on his knees, breasts rising and falling with every breath. He gripped her waist, feeling the muscles in her stomach tighten and release under his fingers. She came first—head thrown back, a small, broken sound escaping her throat. He followed seconds later, spilling inside her while her walls still pulsed around him. Afterward she stayed on top of him, sweat cooling on her skin, his cock still half-hard inside her. She traced lazy circles on his chest with one fingertip, neither of them speaking.