Playboy Morning Show - Episode 284

He slips out of his pants and she’s already laughing, hand over her mouth, knees parting on the couch like it’s a dare. The room smells like cold beer and the faint spice of her skin. She slides forward, takes him in her mouth without ceremony. He groans once, then twice, then gives up and lets his head drop back. It’s clumsy and hot at the same time. She’s got one hand on his thigh, the other busy with herself, fingers slick, moving in small, quick circles while her tongue works him deeper. He reaches for her hair, half to steady himself, half to feel the rhythm of her head. She glances up, eyes bright, mouth full, and the grin is still there, muffled around him. A second later she pulls off with a wet sound, climbs into his lap, and sinks down in one slow, steady push. They both swear. Then they both laugh. The couch creaks under them, springs groaning in protest. She rides him slow at first, just testing, then faster when he grabs her hips and meets her halfway. Sweat beads on his chest; she leans in to lick it, bites his nipple on the way past, and he bucks up hard enough to make her yelp. They trade places without missing a beat—him on his knees now, her legs hooked over his shoulders. He eats her like he’s starving, tongue flat, then pointed, then flat again, never staying still long enough for her to catch her breath. She comes with a shout that turns into laughter, thighs shaking against his ears. He doesn’t give her time to recover. He stands, turns her around, bends her over the arm of the couch and slides back inside, one hand gripping the back of her neck, the other reaching under to rub her clit. She pushes back to meet him, the slap of skin sharp in the quiet room. He fucks her harder, pace getting ragged, until he pulls out and finishes across her lower back in thick, hot stripes. She stays bent over, breathing hard, laughing again when he wipes her down with his discarded shirt. They collapse together, half on the couch, half on the floor, still grinning like idiots who just got away with something.