Playboy Morning Show - Episode 257

His fingers brushed her inner thigh, a slow tease that made her breath catch. She shifted closer, knees parting. He took his time. Every stroke deliberate. When he finally slid two fingers inside her, her back arched, a soft curse slipping free. She reached for him, palm curling around his cock, thumb tracing the slick bead at the tip. He thrust into her grip, hips flexing. The room filled with the wet sound of her body yielding, his breath rough against her ear. She clenched around him, heat pulsing. His thumb circled her clit in tight, patient strokes. She came quick and sharp, thighs trembling, fingers digging into his shoulder. He didn’t stop. Kept working her open, pushing her higher. She pulled him down, mouth finding his, tongue slick and hungry. He settled between her legs, cock dragging through her folds, and pushed in slow, inch by inch, until she took all of him. She gasped his name against his lips. He began to move, steady, deep, her body rocking to meet each thrust. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. She locked her ankles behind his thighs, pulling him closer, tighter. The rhythm turned urgent. He buried his face in her neck, teeth grazing skin. Her nails raked his back. Every stroke hit that spot inside her that made her see sparks. She came again, harder this time, shaking apart around him. He followed, hips stuttering, a guttural sound breaking from his throat as he emptied inside her.