Playboy Morning Show - Episode 231

She slides her hand down his chest, nails dragging just enough to raise skin. He grabs her hips, fingers digging into flesh as he pulls her onto his lap. The couch creaks under their weight. She rocks against him, slow and deliberate, the heat between them building until the air feels thick. He thrusts up hard and she gasps, her back arching as she takes him deeper. Sweat slides between her breasts. He leans in, teeth grazing her nipple, then bites down. She moans into his neck, hips moving faster now, thighs trembling. Their bodies slap together with each stroke, the sound wet and rhythmic. He grips her ass tighter, spreads her wider, driving up harder. Her nails carve lines across his shoulders. The room smells like skin and sex. She comes first, clenching around him, gasping his name against his ear. He follows seconds later, holding her down as he spills inside her, pulse after pulse, until the world narrows to the heat of their joined bodies and the sound of their breathing slowing in the dark.