Playboy Morning Show - Episode 271

Marcus leans back against the headboard, sweat cooling on his chest. Lena crawls between his spread thighs and wraps her fingers around the base of his cock. He’s still hard, still slick from coming inside her earlier. She strokes him once, slow and deliberate, watching the way his abdomen tightens. The head is flushed dark, glistening. She presses her tongue flat against the slit and tastes herself on him, then takes him deeper, lips stretching around the girth. His hand slides into her hair. She hums around the shaft, the vibration pulling a low sound from his throat. When she pulls off, a string of spit clings to her lower lip before breaking. She rises onto her knees and swings one leg over his hips, reaching down to guide him back inside. The stretch draws a sharp breath from her. She sinks until she’s seated flush, then rolls her hips in a slow circle, grinding her clit against his pelvis. Marcus grips her waist, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh above her hipbones. She braces her hands on his chest and starts to ride him, lifting until only the tip remains inside before dropping down hard enough to make her breasts bounce. Sweat gathers between them. The wet sound of their bodies meeting fills the room, punctuated by the soft slap of skin. Lena leans forward, mouth finding his again, teeth catching his bottom lip. He thrusts up to meet her, driving deeper, harder, until she breaks the kiss to moan against his collarbone. Her walls flutter around him, tightening in quick pulses. He feels it and swears under his breath, hips stuttering. She stays with him through the last few ragged thrusts, then collapses forward, cheek pressed to his shoulder, both of them breathing hard in the dim light.