Playboy Morning Show - Episode 237

She pushes against his chest with both palms and feels the heat under his shirt. Her thighs tighten around him. He grips the small of her back and pulls her down until every inch of her presses flush against him. She rocks her hips, slow at first, then faster, using the weight of her body to grind her clit over the ridge of his cock. The wet silk of her panties slips aside. He pushes two fingers inside her without warning and curls them upward, stroking the spot that makes her legs shake. She gasps once, sharp, and then laughs low in her throat. He answers by biting the soft skin under her jaw, not hard, but enough to leave a mark. Her hands move to his belt. She yanks the leather free, pops the button, and drags the zipper down in one motion. His cock springs out heavy and hot into her palm. She strokes him twice, thumb circling the head, spreading the bead of pre-cum down his length. He lifts her just enough to line himself up, then lowers her onto him in a single, deliberate thrust. Her cunt stretches around him, tight, and she feels every ridge, every vein. She settles to the root and stays there, breathing through the fullness. He holds her hips steady. She begins to move again, rising until only the head remains inside her, then dropping back down hard enough to slap skin. Sweat gathers between her breasts. His hands slide up her sides and cup them, thumbs brushing her nipples until they stiffen. She leans forward, mouth open, and catches his lower lip between her teeth. The rhythm quickens. She fucks him with short, sharp rolls of her hips, chasing the edge she can already taste. He meets every thrust, driving up into her until the slap of their bodies fills the room. Her climax hits fast—sudden, clenching, bright—and she rides it out, cunt pulsing around him. He follows seconds later, fingers digging into her ass, spilling deep inside her with a low, broken sound. They stay locked together, breathing hard, until the tremors fade.