Playboy Morning Show - Episode 270

She slides down onto his cock like she owns it. Slow, deliberate, hips rolling to take every inch until she's flush against him. He watches her face as she settles, jaw slack, a low sound escaping him that makes her smile. Her hands press to his chest for balance, nails dragging lightly over skin already flushed from the heat of the room. She rises and falls in measured strokes, grinding down each time she bottoms out, feeling him throb inside her. Sweat gathers at her hairline. The air thickens between them. He grips her hips, fingers digging in just enough to leave marks, guiding her pace without quite taking control. She leans forward, mouth open against his, sharing breath as their bodies slap together. Every thrust lands wetter than the last. Her thighs tremble. He groans, the sound rough, and she answers it by clenching around him, tight and deliberate. The rhythm shifts, urgent now, the wet sound of her cunt swallowing him filling the space between them. She comes with a sharp cry, back arching, her walls fluttering hard enough to drag him over the edge with her. He spills deep, hips jerking up as his release floods her. They stay like that a moment, breathing hard, her forehead pressed to his, the aftershocks still rolling through them both.