Playboy Morning Show - Episode 256

She slides down his body like silk, lips parted, breath hot against his thigh. Her hand wraps tight around his cock, thumb brushing the head, and he feels himself twitch in her grip. The heat pools low in his gut. She looks up, eyes half-lidded, lashes dark against flushed cheeks. He watches the tip of her tongue wet her bottom lip. Slow. Deliberate. Then she takes him in. Soft mouth, wet and warm, tongue moving in lazy circles that make his hips jerk. His fingers tangle in her hair. A low sound escapes his throat. He doesn't hold back. The rhythm builds—her hand strokes, mouth sucks, wet noises filling the quiet room. Sweat beads at his temple. Her knees shift against the hardwood. She takes him deeper until her throat tightens around the head and she gags, saliva slicking down his length. Still she doesn't stop. Her eyes water. She pulls back, strings of spit stretching from her lips to the swollen crown. Then back down again. Faster. Hungrier. His cock throbs against her tongue. She moans around him, the vibration shooting straight through his spine. The pressure mounts fast, balls tightening, breath ragged. She knows. Pulls off just enough to stroke him hard, lips parted, waiting. He comes with a grunt, thick ropes hitting her tongue, her cheek, dripping down her chin. She doesn't flinch. She swallows what she can, then drags her tongue along the underside, licking him clean like she can't get enough. His thighs tremble. She smiles, small and filthy, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.