Playboy Morning Show - Episode 263

She stepped out of the water and met his mouth without a word. Their bodies collided like they’d been holding it back all afternoon. Heat pooled where they touched. He palmed her breast, fingers slick with spray, and her nipple stiffened under his thumb. The sun had gone, but the light still clung to her skin—wet, golden, flushed. He pushed her hair aside and bit softly at her neck. She arched, hips shifting forward, and he took the invitation without hesitation. His cock slid against her thigh, heavy, already hard, and she reached down to wrap her fingers around it. Nothing shy about the way she stroked him. Steady grip, thumb circling the head on every pass. He groaned into her mouth and slid two fingers between her legs. She was slick and open. He worked her open with slow, deliberate curls until her breath came in short gasps against his throat. She turned, braced her hands on the rock, and he pressed close from behind. No teasing left. He lined up and drove in, deep, the first thrust pushing a sound from her throat. Her fingers curled against the stone. He held her hips and moved, each stroke deliberate, wet skin meeting with soft, wet sounds. She pushed back to meet him. Every thrust landed harder. His hand slid around to rub her clit in time with his hips until she came with a sharp cry, clenching around him. He followed seconds later, buried deep, teeth grazing her shoulder as he pulsed inside her. Afterward they stayed locked like that—his chest to her back, both breathing hard, water lapping at their ankles.