Playboy Morning Show - Episode 260

I lay there with my legs open wide as she lowered herself onto me. Her hands braced against my chest. My hands gripped her hips and pulled her down until I was buried inside her. She started moving. Slow rolls of her pelvis at first, then faster, grinding against me with purpose. I watched the way her breasts bounced with each thrust, watched the muscles in her stomach tighten as she found her rhythm. She was completely focused on her own pleasure, riding me like she owned me, and she did. My fingers dug into her flesh. Sweat slid down her spine. Every time she dropped down and took me all the way, I could feel the slick heat of her clenching around me. Her breathing turned ragged. She leaned forward and kissed me hard, tongue pushing into my mouth while she kept fucking herself on me. The angle changed. She moaned into the kiss. I grabbed her ass and thrust up to meet her, driving deeper, harder, until she broke the kiss and pressed her forehead to mine. Her voice was shaky when she whispered my name. Then she sat back up, hands on her own thighs now, and rode me with everything she had, chasing it, hips snapping, breath catching, until she came with a shudder that ran through her whole body and dragged me over the edge with her.