Bathed in red neon, playboy the man feels deliciously forbidden yet utterly safe. She dances for the camera first, hips rolling, breasts swaying in playboy the man. When she sinks onto the bed in playboy the man, spreading wide, the neon paints her wetness crimson. A sleek black vibrator hums to life in playboy the man, disappearing inside her with a moan that vibrates through the speakers. She rides it hard in playboy the man, chasing the edge with abandon. The climax in playboy the man is violent in the best way—thighs clamping, back arching, a guttural cry swallowed by the pulsing lights. As the glow fades in playboy the man, she lies sated, neon still kissing her skin like a lover who refuses to leave.