Playboy Morning Show - Episode 275

She straddles him with knees planted wide, thighs quivering from the stretch. The velvet head of his cock parts her folds, then sinks in slow, obscene inches until her hips meet his. A gasp breaks loose from her throat, then another, sharper, when he lifts up and drives deeper. Sweat beads between her breasts and slides down her stomach to where their bodies join. She rocks forward, grinding her clit against the root of him, chasing that bright, wet friction. His hands clamp her waist, fingers biting into skin, guiding her down harder each time she rises. The wet slap of flesh echoes off the walls, punctuated by her breath catching every time he bottoms out. She leans back, palms braced on his thighs, spine arched, and takes him even deeper. His thumb finds her clit, circling slow, relentless. Heat coils low in her belly. Her walls flutter, tighten, then she breaks, pulsing around him with a long, shaky moan. He follows seconds later, hips jerking up as he spills inside her, hot and thick. They stay locked like that, trembling, slick skin glued together, breathing in the same ragged rhythm.