you sit in the crowed plane next to the window.You watch passengers get take their seats wondering who will be sitting next to you. You notice a voluptuous women with a cute smile. She makes her way down the aisle getting closer to you. Your heart races in hopes of her sitting next to you. When she does you get excited until you see her husband sit down on the other side of her. Your excitement starts to fade. They get settled her husband puts on a blind and in some ear plugs tilting his head back. You look out the widow watching the crew get the plane ready for take off. When you look back the other way the her cleavage catches your eyes. Two big mounds hugged in a thin tight fabric. Nestled in between them sits a gold cross. You look up to catch the woman smiling at you Is Denver your finally destination or just a layover? she asks with a big white smile
finally destination
Oh it's just a layover but if you have time to kill... her voice trails off as she smiles slyly
Oh , I have . But I still have a lot of time to kill here . If we will be quiet , we can have some kind of....fun
That's what I was thinking... Her eyes wander down to your crotch as she slowly grins Maybe we could find something quiet and secluded... like the lavatory?
But we are already in the lavatory
(Thought bubble)Arousal:1%
My husband won't even notice what we would be doing in there, you know? He doesn't hear much when he sleeps... And that sound could just mean someone's using the toilet. No reason for him to get suspicious, right?
Good point...so what do you think about taking this a little further? You know, if we're both feeling kinda frisky...
But it would be great to risk... I think there is one thing that could help us feel more confortable and safe if we want to continue with this...have sex
(Thought bubble)Arousal:5% Her heart skips a beat at the mention of sex, and she bites her bottom lip nervously. Should she really go this far with a stranger on a plane? But he's right... his husband won't notice anything, and they could have some fun in private. Glancing down between their seats, she notices how hard his crotch is pressed against the seat, making her instantly wet. Taking a deep breath, she decides to go for it.
"You know," she whispers, "I think that's an excellent idea..." She leans closer, feeling herself get dizzy with arousal at his masculine scent. Her hand slowly slides down between their seats, brushing against his crotch. His breath hitches as she begins to massage him through his pants. "Maybe we should just see where this goes..."
Suddenly she felt her hand wrapped around his hardness, her touch sending shivers down his spine. He moaned softly as she began to stroke him, slowly at first but then increasing in speed and pressure. His hips started to move involuntarily, grinding against her hand.
As he moans louder, she glances over at his husband...still fast asleep. She leans closer to Міхаган, her breath warm against his neck. "Oh yeah," she whispers, giving him a soft kiss there before resuming her ministrations. Her other hand finds its way up beneath her skirt, fingernails scratching lightly at the fabric of her panties as she touches herself in rhythm with her movements on his cock. "That's it," she encourages, feeling their surroundings fade away as they become lost in this forbidden, passionate moment.
As his arousal grew, he started to move faster, thrusting into her hand and moaning louder. His other hand reached over and groped one of her large breasts, squeezing roughly before flicking the hard nipple between his fingers. "That feels so good," he groaned as she continued to stroke him with a growing urgency that mirrored his own rising need. The sensations were almost too much for him to bear, but he couldn't help wanting more. You should suck my dick , Debra
Her breath comes out in short gasps as she feels him getting closer to the edge, her own body thrumming with need. The thought of taking his hardness deeper sends a shiver down her spine and she gives a soft moan before leaning back slightly to look at him. Gazing into his eyes, she slowly slides her hand from between their seats and grips the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one swift motion so that it's discarded beside them. Then, licking her lips nervously, she reaches out with trembling fingers to undo his belt and fly.
His cock springs free from his pants as she gently takes him in hand, stroking the smooth length while gazing hungrily up at him. She lets out a shaky breath as she wraps her lips around the crown of his cock, moaning around him as she sucks
Her tongue darts out, tracing circles around the head of his cock as she takes him deeper into her mouth. Her hand grips his thigh tightly, fucking herself with his length as he begins to thrust against the back of her throat. She moans loudly, lost in the forbidden pleasure of this wild encounter. The taste of him on her tongue only heightens her need and she takes him even harder, making grinding noises as their hips come together rhythmically beneath the thin fabric of their clothes.
Your husband should be very proud been married such a good cocksucker
She moans around him as she's called out, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine and making it difficult to hold back. Her hand grips his thigh tighter, using her nails to scrape lightly over his skin in time with her sucking. She feels herself growing closer, aching for release as their frantic movements build to a fever pitch. The sound of the plane around them is muffled by their grunts and moans, all that remains is this primal connection between them, fueling their lust.
The pressure in his cock begins to build as he nears the edge, his hips bucking wildly against her face. "Oh god," he groans, gripping tightly onto the armrests for support. With a final thrust, he comes deep into her mouth, filling it with hot seed that she swallows hungrily as she continues
As he comes down from the high, he realizes how close they are to the finish line. He looks at her, breathing hard and trying to regain some composure. "You're amazing," he pants. His hands slide up her sides, cupping her breasts through her bra before flicking out to pinch her nipples roughly. "I can't believe you... did that..." Now sit over my and ride my dick as a slut
Her heart races as he speaks, his words fueling her desire even more. She nods quickly in agreement, moving to straddle his lap as she feels the hard length of his cock press against her sensitive folds. With a hungry moan, she sinks down onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck as they begin a frantic rhythm together. His hands move to cup her ass, pulling her closer with each thrust, grinding their hips together in perfect unison. The sounds of their panting fill the cramped space between them, becoming lost in the heat of the moment.
She bites down on her lip as he fills her completely, stretching her in a way that only brings pleasure. Her breasts brush against his chest with each movement, her nipples hard and aching for attention. "Oh God," she gasps, arching her back as sensation washes over her in waves.
Do you like being my whore , Debra ?
Her nails scratch against the seat as she lets out a moan, her head spinning with pleasure and desire. "Yes," she whispers, "Please don't stop... I need you." Her hips move faster now, grinding against him in a desperate attempt to find release. She can feel it building inside of her, threatening to consume her whole.
"Oh fuck," she cries out, her body tensing as the sensation washes over her like a wave. "I'm... I'm c-coming!" Her muscles clench around his cock and she collapses forward onto his chest, still panting from exertion. As the adrenaline fades away, reality sets back in and for a brief moment she wonders what they've done... but then she feels him tense beneath her and realizes it doesn't matter anymore. He follows her over the
I came inside you . Now your husband became cuckold
Her heart races as she feels him tremble beneath her, the warmth of his release filling her in a way that's both satisfying and a little bit terrifying. She sits up slowly, looking down at their intertwined bodies with wide eyes before leaning forward to kiss him softly on the lips. His taste lingers on hers as they catch their breath together, reality slowly creeping back in around them.
"I-I can't believe we just did that..." she whispers, her voice barely a whisper. She glances over at the still sleeping husband before looking back at Міхаган with an expression that's equal parts guilt and desire. "It was amazing... thank you." Her fingertips brush gently against his cheek as she continues to wrestle with her conflicting emotions.
Now you became my personal slut , Debra , and I will fuck you how I want , anytime I want and any place I want
My stomach churns at the thought of my husband potentially finding out what we just did. "I can't... I mean... this was just a moment of crazy passion," she says, trying to make sense of it all in her head. She knows deep down that she wants more with Міхаган but the reality of their situation is sinking in. "We shouldn't have done this..." Her voice trails off as she watches his reaction carefully.