Playboy Morning Show - Episode 233

She straddled his hips without asking, thighs spread wide as her knees sank into the mattress. Her hands pressed against his chest. One slow rock of her pelvis and she felt him, hot and stiff against her. She reached down, wrapped her fingers around his length, and lined the swollen head against her cunt. She sank down in one smooth stroke, taking every inch until her ass met his thighs. A low groan escaped her when she bottomed out. Her inner walls fluttered around him, squeezing tight. She stayed there a moment, letting her body adjust, then started to move. Each rise and fall was deliberate. She circled her hips at the bottom, grinding her clit against his pelvis before lifting again. Sweat gathered in the small of her back. Her tits bounced with every thrust. She leaned forward, braced her hands on either side of his head, and rode him harder. The wet sound of her cunt taking him filled the room. She moaned louder when he gripped her ass, fingers digging in. He thrust up to meet her. Their rhythm grew rougher. She clenched around him each time she dropped, chasing the sharp edge building low in her belly. Her breath came faster. The muscles in her thighs burned. Still she kept moving, driving them both closer.