Playboy Muses - Episode 7

The penthouse balcony overlooks the city like a secret the night keeps to itself. Silk clings to damp skin. Her nipples press hard against the fabric, small peaks begging the cool air. He stands behind her, cock heavy in his fist, guiding himself between her thighs with no rush, just heat. Her breath catches when the head drags along her slit, already slick, already open. She grips the railing, knuckles whitening, hips pushing back. He pushes in slow, stretching her inch by inch until her cunt swallows him to the root. The sound she makes is half moan, half dare. He fucks her with long, rolling strokes, one hand on her breast, thumb teasing her nipple, the other sliding down to circle her clit in time with each thrust. Her ass slaps back against him, greedy, taking every inch. Sweat gathers at the base of his spine. Inside her, she tightens, pulses, breaks around him with a low cry that dissolves into the city’s hum. He follows, spilling deep, hips jerking, breath hot against her neck. The lights below keep winking like nothing just happened.