Playboy Morning Show - Episode 247

She sinks down onto him, slow, deliberate. Every inch of him stretches her open until her thighs meet his hips and she can’t take another breath without feeling him shift deeper. Her hands rest flat on his chest, nails biting in just enough to mark. He watches the way her stomach tightens each time she rises and falls, the wet sound of her body claiming him louder than either of them speak. She pauses at the top, hovering, letting the head of him sit right at the edge before she slams back down and takes him whole. His hands grip her waist harder now, urging her faster. She rocks forward, grinding instead of lifting, letting the friction build where they’re pressed tight together. He groans low, teeth bared against the skin of her shoulder as she milks him with every roll of her hips. Sweat slicks the space between them. Her hair sticks to the back of her neck. Neither of them stop.