Isabelle (1-844-33-CANDY) #464
The Mile High Club was something I’ve only read about since I’ve wanted to experience it. As the older man with silver temples guided me toward the cramped airplane lavatory, I knew this was happening. He’d been watching me since boarding. His gaze was bold and appreciative. When he’d passed my seat, he leaned down to whisper, ” Join me in five minutes if you’re adventurous”.
Now locked in the tiny space. His mouth was on my neck, smelled like whiskey and mint as his lips pressed against mine. I could feel his hard dick through his expensive trousers, thick and insistent against my belly. “I’ve wanted to bend you over since I saw you boarding”. He growled, his fingers deftly unbuttoning my jeans. I moaned as he put his hand over my mouth, as the other one was in my panties, his experienced fingers finding my clit immediately.”Turn around,” he commanded.”Hands on the sink”.
It’s MileHigh, why not?
I complied willingly as he yanked my jeans and panties down. The cool air raised goosebumps across my skin as I heard the rustle of a condom wrapper. “Ready to join the Mile High Club, sweetheart ? he teased, positioning himself at her entrance. I pushed back against him, taking him halfway inside with a gasp. He was thick and long, stretching me deliciously as he gripped my hips and drove himself deeper. The lavatory shook each powerful fucked me from behind, his experienced hands roaming my body, pinching my nipples through my shirt.
“God, you’re tight,” he grunted. His pace quickened, pressure building, my orgasm approaching with terrifying speed. Just as I teetered on the edge, he reached up to cover my mouth, muffling my cries as he drove into me with a final, powerful stroke. The Mile High was everything I imagined it could be, more raw, urgent, and incredibly satisfying.
Isabelle (1-844-33-CANDY) #464
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