Playboy Morning Show - Episode 283

She straddled his thighs and took him inside in one fluid motion. Her palms pressed flat against his chest as she found her rhythm, slow at first, deliberate. Sweat gathered at the base of her spine. He watched the way her breasts moved with each rise and fall, reached up to run his thumbs over her nipples until they tightened into peaks. Her hips rolled forward and ground down, chasing the pressure where she needed it most. The air felt thick, heavy with the smell of sex and warm skin. She leaned back, bracing her hands on his knees, and he slipped deeper. The new angle drew a sharp breath from her throat. He sat up then, mouth finding the salt at her collarbone, one arm wrapping around her waist to hold her close. She rocked harder, chasing the edge, fingers tightening in his hair. He felt her pulse around him, heard the small broken sounds she made when she came, and followed right after.