Playboy Au Naturel - Episode 1

She steps into the pool house wearing nothing but skin and a damp robe that’s already sliding off one shoulder. The fabric clings for a second, then drops to the tiles with a soft whisper. Water still beads between her breasts, catching on the soft swell of her belly before slipping lower. He watches from the open doorway, cock already stiffening, the outline thick against his shorts. She sees it and smiles, slow and sure, then runs two fingers down her stomach and slips them between her thighs. She spreads herself just enough to show him the slick inner folds, pink and wet. One fingertip circles her clit in lazy strokes. Her breath hitches, hips tilting forward as if she’s offering the view to be taken in. He strips fast. When his cock springs free it arcs up heavy and flushed, a single bead of pre-cum catching light at the slit. She walks straight to him, presses her breasts against his chest, and wraps her fingers around the hot shaft. Her grip is firm, thumb gliding over the head, spreading the wetness down the ridge until he groans low in his throat. They drop to the thick white chaise. She straddles him, knees on either side of his hips, and sinks down without ceremony. The head nudges her opening, then pushes past—thick, steady—until her cunt swallows him to the root. She’s so tight he can feel every pulse around him. She stays there for a moment, letting the stretch settle, then begins to ride. Her hips roll, slow and deep, cunt gripping and releasing with each slide. Her tits sway above his face and he leans up to catch a nipple, sucking hard until she gasps. He grips her ass, fingers digging in, and starts thrusting up to meet her. Wet sounds fill the air every time he drives in. She leans forward, palms on his chest for leverage, and grinds harder. Her clit drags against him with each stroke. Sweat beads on her lower back; a drop runs down the cleft of her ass and he catches it with his thumb, pressing it against the tight ring there, teasing but not entering yet. She changes angle suddenly, leaning back, and the new depth makes her moan out loud. He reaches between them, finds her clit with two knuckles, and rubs tight circles while he fucks her. Her breathing turns ragged. She clamps around him once, twice, then comes hard—her whole body locking, cunt fluttering in wet spasms around his cock. He follows seconds later, hips jerking up as he empties deep inside her, pulse after pulse flooding her. She stays seated on him, breathing fast, both of them slick and shaking. A thin white line leaks out around his cock and trickles down between them, warm against cooling skin. Outside, the late sun slants through the blinds, painting stripes across her thighs and the wet spot spreading beneath them.