Playboy Morning Show - Episode 251

She straddled his thighs, bare and slick from the heat between them. His cock stood hard against her belly while she rocked forward, dragging the wet of her cunt along the shaft without taking him inside. The head caught at her entrance each time she rolled her hips, teasing, until a bead of his precum mixed with her own slick and slid down his length. His hands clamped her ass, spreading her wider, and she sank down in one smooth motion, the thick head breaching her, stretching her open until her walls gripped the rest of him. She paused, half-filled, cunt fluttering around the intrusion, then dropped the last few inches with a gasp that tore from her throat. He filled her to the brim, balls pressed tight to her ass, and she stayed still, savoring the deep stretch before she began to ride him in short, deliberate strokes. Each thrust let his cock drag against her front wall, the angle perfect, and she clenched on the downstroke so he felt every flutter. His mouth found her nipple, sucking hard enough to sting, teeth grazing the swollen tip while his thumb circled her clit with steady pressure. She leaned back, braced on his thighs, and took him deeper still, the head of his cock bumping her cervix with every drop of her hips. Sweat slicked the crease of her thighs where they met his, and the wet sound of her cunt swallowing him filled the space between them. He thrust up to meet her, the force lifting her, and the next time she sank down he pressed a slick finger to her ass, breaching her there too. She cried out, hips jerking, the double fullness sending a jolt straight through her. Her orgasm hit sudden and hard, cunt pulsing around his cock, ass clenching on his finger while her thighs shook. He held her through it, buried deep, and when the spasms eased she started moving again, slower now, drawing out every aftershock until he spilled inside her with a low groan, filling her with heat she felt pulse against her walls.