Playboy Morning Show - Episode 238

She moved over him slow and controlled, lowering herself onto his cock until he was buried to the root. Her cunt stretched around him, tight and hot, each inch sinking deeper until her ass settled against his thighs. Her hips began a deliberate roll, grinding down in small circles that rubbed her clit against him with every pass. She rode him with purpose, muscles clenching each time she lifted, dragging along his length before sinking back down. Sweat gathered between her breasts and ran down her stomach. His hands gripped her thighs, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. When she leaned back, her hands braced on his knees, the angle shifted and his cock pressed against the front wall inside her, hitting that spot that made her shudder. She kept the rhythm steady, controlling the pace, refusing to rush. Each time she sank down fully, a soft sound escaped her throat, half gasp, half moan. His cock throbbed inside her, and she felt it, tightening her grip around him in response. The air smelled like sex and skin and the faint trace of her perfume, thick and close in the dim light.