Playboy Morning Show - Episode 248

She leaned over the table, ass pushed high, skirt riding up to show the sheer black thong cutting between her cheeks. Her thighs trembled when his fingers slipped beneath the lace and tugged it aside. He was hard already, cock straining against his trousers. He freed himself with one hand and lined up, pressing the blunt head against her entrance. She gasped as he pushed inside, slow at first, then sank to the hilt in one long stroke. The table rocked beneath them. Her breath hitched with every thrust, nails scraping polished wood. He reached around and found her clit, circling it with steady pressure until her knees buckled. She came hard, cunt pulsing around him, soaking the front of his pants. He didn’t stop. He drove into her deeper, chasing his own release while her thighs shook and her voice cracked on his name. When he finished, he stayed buried in her, both of them breathing hard, sweat cooling on skin. His hand rested on her lower back, thumb stroking lazy circles, the only sound left the soft drip of her onto the floor.