I saw her eyes roll back into her head. She said she knew of an empty terminal where we could settle in for the night. Bearing over her beautiful, voluptuous body, I leveraged myself to break past her hymen and fully take her. Flying alone, no one to cuddle with, crappy little seats that only give you back pain… there are already tons of problems with flying, and this was the cherry on top. “Finally,” she murmured. “I can’t wait any longer, I need your cock.”
I pushed softly and her soaking vagina pressurized as my cock slid inside. How?”
“LetsjussayI’mfriendswiththesteward”
“Friends with the steward?”
“Well, more like acquaintances” I took a long sip of my Bud. Her lips were soft, and I felt bashful. Her lips were soft, and I felt bashful. The airport was surprisingly quiet, and Rachel was feeling feisty. Grinding against me, she brought my palms confidently to her chest and let me grope her C-cup breasts. Typical. A soft moan delightfully charged: with a dopamine rush slamming into our brains. Her muscles and pussy were tightening around my cock, and she took my hand away. She moaned louder, soft “daddy’s”, escaping her lips, and I became aware of an acute fear of airport security catching us. Expertly moving my hand under her cropped jumpsuit, I reached back and unclasped her
