Playboy Morning Show - Episode 269

She straddled him in the dark, her thighs slick against his hips. He watched her face as she lowered herself, inch by inch, until every part of him disappeared inside her. She held there. Let the tension coil. Then she began to move—slow rolls of her pelvis that dragged her clit over the base of him, her cunt gripping tight with each downward thrust. He reached up and pulled her closer, sucking a nipple into his mouth. Bit down just hard enough to make her gasp. She rode him harder after that, fucking like she wanted to break something open. Sweat slicked their skin. Her breath hitched every time he pushed up to meet her. Her hand slipped between them and she rubbed her clit in tight circles while she kept fucking him, jaw tight, eyes half-closed. He felt her start to shake, walls fluttering around him. She came with a raw sound caught in her throat, cunt pulsing hard as she ground down and stayed there, soaking him. He flipped her before she caught her breath. Pinned her wrists above her head and fucked her open—deep, relentless strokes that slapped skin and made the headboard knock the wall. She wrapped her legs around his back and took it all, moaning into his shoulder when he came inside her, pumping until he had nothing left.