Playboy Morning Show - Episode 273

She pinned me against the wall with nothing but her eyes first, then the weight of her body. Her dress had already slipped off one shoulder. The fabric clung to her curves like it wanted to stay, but gravity won out and it dropped to her waist. Her breasts rose and fell in rhythm with her breath, nipples tight and dark against her skin. I touched one, slow circle, and she exhaled through her teeth. I sank to my knees. The floor was hard but I barely noticed. She lifted the hem of the dress herself, bunching it at her hips so I could see everything. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her cunt was flushed, already wet, lips parted just enough to show the glint inside. I leaned forward and licked once, flat tongue, from bottom to top. She tasted clean and slightly salt. Her fingers found my hair and tightened. She spread her legs wider. I opened my mouth against her, sucking her clit in a steady rhythm, sliding two fingers inside her without warning. She was tight, slick, her cunt gripping down on my knuckles each time I pushed deeper. She rocked her hips, using my face, grinding against my tongue while I fucked her with my hand. Her thighs started to shake. I pulled back just enough to speak. "Come for me." Then I sealed my mouth over her again, sucking harder, curling my fingers up to find the spot that made her jerk. She broke with a low moan, cunt pulsing around my fingers, wetness coating my chin. I stayed where I was, licking her through it until her hand loosened in my hair and her breathing evened out. When I stood she pulled me in and kissed me hard, tasting herself on my tongue. Her dress fell the rest of the way to the floor. She stepped out of it and led me toward the bed without a word.