Playboy Morning Show - Episode 282

She took him slow. Her thighs quivered as she lowered herself, inch by inch, until he filled her completely. A wet sound slipped free when she bottomed out. She stayed there, hips rocking in tight circles, grinding her clit against his pelvis. He watched her face. Her lips parted. Her lashes fluttered. Sweat beaded along her collarbone and slid down the valley between her breasts. He reached up, cupped one breast, thumb brushing the tight nipple. She leaned into his palm, moaned, then started to move. Up and down. Not fast, but deep. Each stroke dragged a groan from him. Her cunt clenched around him, hot and slick, gripping like it wanted to keep him there. He thrust up to meet her, hips snapping. Skin slapped. She gasped, nails digging into his chest. Her rhythm faltered for a second before she found it again, riding him harder now. "Fuck," she breathed. The word barely made it out. She leaned forward, hair falling around their faces, and kissed him hard. Her tongue slid against his. Her hips never stopped. He grabbed her ass, fingers digging in, spreading her wider. He pushed up into her, relentless. She broke the kiss with a sharp cry, forehead pressed to his. Her orgasm hit fast. Her whole body shook. Her cunt pulsed around his cock in tight, wet spasms. She whimpered his name against his mouth, voice cracking. He followed right after, hips jerking as he came, buried deep inside her. Heat flooded between them. They stayed like that, panting, skin sticking together, neither ready to move.