Playboy Morning Show - Episode 229

His hands gripped the rope tight. She stayed still while he tied her wrists. The cords bit in, leaving red marks across her skin. He looped the rope over a beam and pulled, stretching her arms above her head until her toes barely touched the floor. Her breath came faster. Naked under the soft lights, she watched him through lowered lashes. Sweat collected at her collarbone and slid down between her breasts. He stood in front of her, looking at every inch. His cock was already hard, pressing against his pants. He moved close. One hand caught her chin, tilting her face up. The other slid down her belly, stopping just above her mound. Her hips tried to push forward, but the rope held her back. “Beg,” he said, voice low. She swallowed. Her legs shook. “Please touch me.” The words came out tight, almost broken. He smiled, slow, then slipped two fingers between her thighs. She was already soaked, slick coating his skin. He rubbed her clit in firm circles, feeling it swell. Her body jerked each time he pressed down. When she started to moan, he pulled his hand away. She whimpered, hips searching for more. He stepped back, letting the silence stretch. Only the sound of her breathing filled the room. He walked behind her and traced the curve of her ass with his palm. Then he slapped her, hard enough to make her gasp. Her skin turned pink under his hand. She tried to close her legs, but the rope kept her open. He brought his hand back between them, fingers sliding through her wet folds, then pushing inside. He fucked her with two fingers, curling them against her front wall. Her inner muscles clenched tight. She moaned louder, head dropping forward, hair hiding her face. He pulled out again. She made a broken sound, almost a sob. He wiped his wet fingers across her lips. She tasted herself on his skin, tongue moving without thinking. He unbuckled his belt. The metal clicked loud in the quiet room. He opened his pants, freed his cock. The head glistened with pre-cum. He stroked himself once, slow, then pressed the tip against her stomach. She felt the heat of him against her skin. He moved closer, cock sliding between her thighs, not inside, just rubbing along her slit. She rocked her hips, trying to get him in. He held her waist, keeping her still. “You’ll take what I give you,” he said. He rubbed the head against her clit, back and forth, teasing her until her thighs trembled. Her nipples tightened into hard points. Sweat ran down her sides. Finally he gripped her hips and lifted her slightly, then lowered her onto his cock. He slid in deep in one slow push. She cried out, head tipping back. The rope pulled at her wrists as her body tried to adjust to the stretch. He stayed buried to the hilt, letting her feel every inch. He started to thrust, steady, controlled. Each stroke dragged over her G-spot. She came fast, legs shaking, cunt pulsing around him. He didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through it, harder now, skin slapping against skin. The beam creaked above them. She came again, tears on her cheeks. Her mouth opened but no sound came out. He groaned, thrusts getting rough, then stilled deep inside her. His cock jerked as he came, hot pulses filling her. He stayed pressed against her until the aftershocks faded. He pulled out slow. Cum ran down her thigh. He reached up and untied the rope. Her arms dropped, weak. He caught her before she fell, held her against his chest. Her breathing slowed against his skin. Outside, the city kept moving, but in this room everything had stopped.