Playboy Morning Show - Episode 280

Lana's fingers slid down my cock in one slow pull. She squeezed the head until a clear bead formed, then dragged it across her lower lip like lip gloss. Her tongue followed, tasting herself on me. She climbed on before I caught my breath. One smooth drop and she took me to the hilt. Heat, slick and tight. Her hips circled once, seating me deeper. Then she started moving—short, greedy rolls that made her clit grind against my pelvis. Her palms pressed my chest for leverage. Sweat slipped between her breasts. Every time she rose, her cunt gripped and let go in wet little sounds. She leaned in, mouth open against mine, breathing hard while her ass flexed and slapped. I caught her hips and thrust up to meet her. She gasped, thighs shaking. A few more strokes and she clenched hard around me, coming with a broken moan. I followed right after, spilling deep while she kept rocking, milking every pulse. She stayed on top until we both stopped twitching. Then she kissed the corner of my mouth, slow and almost sweet, like nothing had just come undone.