Playboy Morning Show - Episode 235

Her back hit the mattress hard. He pushed inside her in one stroke, all heat and pressure, no hesitation. She gasped, fingers curling into the sheets as he set a slow, deliberate rhythm. Every thrust dragged against her walls, thick and deep. Sweat gathered at the base of his spine. She watched it roll down the curve of his ass with each snap of his hips. The room smelled like salt and skin and the faint trace of her own wetness on his cock. She reached between them, found her clit, and started to rub in tight circles. He groaned when he felt her tighten around him. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, angling her so the next thrust hit exactly where she needed it. She came with a sharp cry, muscles fluttering, pulling him deeper. He didn’t stop. He kept moving through her orgasm, dragging it out until her legs shook. When she was still trembling, he pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and slid back in from behind. The new angle made her breath catch. He fucked her harder now, short and sharp, the slap of skin echoing off the walls. One hand fisted in her hair, the other pressed between her shoulder blades, pinning her to the bed. She pushed back against him, greedy for more. He came with a low, broken sound, pulsing inside her, hips jerking. They stayed locked like that for a moment, breathing hard. Then he eased out, rolled her onto her side, and kissed the back of her neck.