Playboy Morning Show - Episode 284

Her legs tremble around him. She grips the sheets until her knuckles go white. He pushes into her with steady, measured strokes that make her back arch and her breath catch. Sweat beads on his shoulder. Her thighs quiver every time he hits that perfect angle, and she whispers his name like it’s the only word she remembers. He doesn’t rush. He watches the way her mouth falls open, the way her nipples tighten under the pad of his thumb, the way her body opens for him and then clamps down tight when she comes. Her orgasm rolls through her in tight, pulsing waves. He feels every one. When she can’t hold still any longer, he flips her onto her stomach, slides back inside, and fucks her until the only sound in the room is skin against skin and the wet, steady rhythm of bodies meeting. She bites the pillow. He bites the back of her neck. Neither of them lasts much longer after that.