Playboy Morning Show - Episode 278

She reached between her thighs and gripped him, guiding the swollen head along her slick folds. Every slow pass made her breath catch. She held him there for a beat longer than necessary, rubbing the crown over her clit until her hips jerked. Then she eased him down and took him in one steady slide, inch by inch, until her ass met the tops of his thighs. He filled her to the hilt and stayed still, letting her feel every throb inside her. She started to move. Not gentle rocking. She lifted until only the head remained and dropped again, hard enough to make her breasts bounce and the air leave his lungs. The wet sound of it filled the room—skin on skin, her arousal coating them both. Sweat gathered at the base of her spine. She leaned forward, palms flat on his chest, and rode him like she had something to prove. Every downward thrust dragged her clit along his pelvis and sent a sharp pulse through her belly. He grabbed her waist, fingers digging in, and thrust up to meet her. The angle shifted and suddenly every stroke pressed against that spot that made her vision blur. She gasped his name, voice breaking, and ground down harder. Her thighs trembled. He slid one hand between them and found her clit with his thumb, circling it in tight, relentless strokes while he kept driving up into her. She came with a strangled cry, clenching around him in sharp, rhythmic spasms. He followed seconds later, hips stuttering as he spilled inside her, heat flooding deep. Neither of them moved for a long moment. Just the sound of ragged breathing and the faint creak of the bed beneath them.