Playboy Morning Show - Episode 245

She straddled him on the hotel bed, palms flat on his chest, knees sinking into the mattress. He watched her face while she took him in, slow at first, then deeper, until her hips met his. Her breath caught. She rolled forward, found her angle, and settled into a steady grind. Sweat gathered between her breasts. He reached up, thumb brushing her nipple, and she pushed harder into his hand. The headboard tapped the wall with each thrust. He gripped her ass, spreading her wider, guiding her rhythm. She leaned down, kissed him open-mouthed, tongue sliding against his. When she sat back up, her hair clung to her temples. She rode him faster, chasing the pressure building low in her belly. He thrust up to meet her, skin slapping, and she cried out, fingers digging into his ribs. The room smelled like sex and hotel soap. She came first, thighs shaking, voice breaking on his name. He followed seconds later, pulsing deep inside her, hands locked tight around her waist.