Playboy Morning Show - Episode 252

She straddled him, legs spread wide across his lap. His cock sat thick between them, already slick from her mouth. She lifted up, took hold of the base, and sank down slow. The head pushed past her opening and filled her inch by inch until she sat flush against his hips. A low sound slipped out of her throat when she felt him hit that deep spot inside. She stayed there a moment, letting her body adjust. Then she rocked forward, grinding her clit against the base of him. Each roll of her hips dragged him against every sensitive spot inside her. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. Her thighs trembled. His hands gripped her waist hard enough to leave marks. He thrust up when she dropped down, driving deeper. The wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the room. She leaned back, palms on his thighs, changing the angle until every thrust brushed that spot that made her clench around him. Her breath came short. She chased that tight, electric pull building low in her belly, riding him harder now, chasing the edge until nothing else mattered.