Playboy Morning Show - Episode 243

She pressed her palm against his chest and felt his heart slam beneath the skin. Her fingers slid down, tracing the line of muscle that cut between his ribs until they reached the waistband of his trousers. She didn’t hesitate. She tugged the button open, dragged the zipper down, and let her hand slip inside. His cock was already hard, hot, heavy against her palm. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and gave one slow, deliberate stroke from base to crown, thumb circling the slick head. A low sound left his throat. He pushed her backward until her spine met the cool marble wall. His mouth found the pulse at her neck and bit. She felt the sting, then the wet drag of his tongue soothing it. One of his hands shoved her dress higher, bunching silk at her hips. The other hooked the thin strip of lace between her legs and yanked it aside. He dragged two fingers through her folds, spreading the wet heat he found there, then drove them inside her without warning. Her cunt clenched around the sudden intrusion. He fucked her with his fingers—quick, deep thrusts—while his thumb pressed against her clit in tight circles. She rocked her hips, chasing the pressure, breath catching every time he curled his fingers upward. When he withdrew them she whimpered at the loss, but he was already freeing his cock, lining up, and pushing in with one long thrust that seated him to the hilt. He stayed there, buried, letting her feel every inch stretch her open. Then he began to move. Hard. Steady. Each thrust slammed her back against the wall. Her nails dug into his shoulders. She wrapped one leg around his waist and he gripped the underside of her thigh, holding her open while he drove deeper. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the quiet room. Her orgasm built fast and sharp. When it hit, her cunt pulsed around him in tight, rhythmic spasms. He groaned into her mouth and followed, hips jerking as he emptied himself inside her.