Playboy Au Naturel - Episode 8

She stripped naked in the center of the penthouse. The champagne bottle still sweated on the table behind her, untouched since the toast three hours ago. Her nipples tightened as the air-conditioning hit them. She walked toward the glass wall, bare feet silent on marble, and pressed both palms flat against it. Her breasts flattened against the cool surface while the city lights flickered below, tiny and oblivious. The man watched from the leather chair, one hand already working his cock in slow strokes. She looked back at him, held his stare, then reached between her legs and slid two fingers inside herself. The wet sound carried across the room. She pumped them deep, then pulled them out glistening and held them up so he could see the string of arousal that stretched and finally snapped. He stood, cock heavy and dark, and crossed the distance in three strides. He gripped her hips, bent her forward, and drove into her without warning. Her forehead knocked the glass. Her breath fogged a circle on it with each thrust. He fucked her hard enough that her feet left the floor on the deepest strokes, her toes curling in the air, knees bent, completely lifted by the force of him. When she came she clawed at the window, leaving faint crescents in the glass, and he followed seconds later, pumping her full while her body spasmed around him.