Playboy Morning Show - Episode 274

She pushes the door open and the air in the room already feels thicker. He's lying back against the headboard, cock hard, one hand wrapped loose around the base. She steps out of her dress without ceremony. The fabric pools at her feet and she leaves it there. Naked now, she climbs onto the bed and straddles him, knees planted on either side of his hips. Her cunt hovers above his dick, close enough that he feels her heat, but she doesn't drop down yet. Instead she rocks forward, dragging her wet slit along the length of him, coating him in her slick. He grunts, fingers digging into her thighs. She does it again, slower this time, her clit catching on the head of his cock with every pass. When she's soaked him through, she lifts up, takes hold of him, and sinks down in one smooth motion until he's buried to the hilt. Her breath catches. She stays there a moment, adjusting, walls gripping him tight. Then she starts to move. Not gentle. She fucks him with purpose, hips snapping down hard, taking him deep each time. The wet sound of it fills the room. Sweat beads on her spine. He reaches up and palms her tits, thumbs dragging over her nipples until they tighten. She leans into his touch, chasing the friction. When she feels herself getting close she braces a hand on his chest and grinds down in tight circles, clit rubbing against his pubic bone. He bucks up to meet her, meeting every thrust until she breaks, cunt pulsing around him, thighs shaking. He doesn't let her rest. Rolls her onto her back, hooks her legs over his shoulders, and drives back in. The new angle punches the air from her lungs. He fucks her through it, relentless, chasing his own finish. When he comes he buries himself deep, cock twitching, heat flooding her. They stay locked together, breathing hard, skin slick with sweat.