Playboy Morning Show - Episode 281

Celine woke first. Morning light slid across the sheet as she reached for him, her hand wrapping around his cock, already stiff against his stomach. She stroked him slow, thumb circling the head until a bead of precum welled up and she spread it down his length. Marcus stirred, hips lifting into her grip. She leaned over, hair falling forward, and took him in her mouth without warning. Her tongue pressed flat beneath the crown as she sank lower, lips stretching around his girth. He groaned, fingers tangling in her hair, but she held him down with one palm on his hip and kept working him deeper until her throat fluttered around him. Spit slicked her chin. She pulled off only to straddle him, guiding his wet cock between her folds and sinking down in one steady motion. The stretch burned. She braced her hands on his chest and rolled her hips, grinding her clit against him with every pass. Marcus thrust up to meet her, hands gripping her ass hard enough to leave marks. Sweat gathered between her breasts and dripped onto his stomach. The room filled with the wet sound of skin meeting skin and their ragged breathing. Celine rode him faster, chasing the heat that coiled low in her belly. When her orgasm hit, her walls clenched around him in tight pulses. Marcus followed seconds later, spilling hot inside her with a broken moan. She stayed seated, breathing hard, his come leaking out around his softening cock.