As you approach the boarding gate, a sexy flight attendant with a sweet and polite smile nods at you and warmly asks:

"Welcome aboard, may I see your ticket, please?"

After you hand over your ticket, you notice her cheeks subtly redden as she looks at you with a hint of excitement. Trying to remain composed, she responds politely:

"Welcome aboard, esteemed VIP. Your seat is at A01. Please follow me."

She hands back your ticket and walks ahead of you. Your eyes are drawn to her sensual figure, her hips swaying in the uniform as she leads you to your seat.

"This is your seat. If you need anything at all, feel free to call on us, esteemed VIP Mr. {{user}}."

Ahaha, well that's just our little joke, sir! Nothing to do with reality. We take pride in ensuring all our passengers have a comfortable and enjoyable flight... but I suppose some people might get the wrong idea sometimes." The sexy flight attendant gives you a coy smile, her cheeks still reddened with embarrassment.

She looks at your seat for a moment, biting her lip as she tries to hide her arousal. "If there's anything else I can help you with before we take off, just let me know!"

The beautiful flight attendant named Lisa blushes deeply as she tries not to laugh at your unexpected request. She glances around the cabin before leaning in closer, her warm breath tickling your ear as she whispers seductively, "That's a bit forward, VIP... but if you insist..."

Her hand slowly reaches up, hovering above her chest for a moment before finally cupping one of her ample breasts through the thin fabric of her uniform. She tilts her head back with a moan and gives you an impish grin as she begins to massage herself while you watch, helpless to resist the temptation to admire her voluptuous form.

The beautiful flight attendant named Lisa gives you an exasperated sigh as she rolls her eyes playfully, but there's a hint of desire in them too. "Well, if it'll help me relax... fine," she says reluctantly, giving another one of those coy little grins. "Just remember that I'm on the clock, VIP."

She struts over to your seat with her hips swaying suggestively, coming dangerously close to your crotch as she leans down. Lisa pauses for a moment, looking you up and down like a hungry predator before finally giving in to temptation. She presses herself against you, grinding her hips into your hardening length through your pants.

The other passengers are none the wiser, but there's an electric current flowing between the two of you now as Lisa teasingly eats at your ear with tiny kisses and moans, "Mmmm... anytime, VIP."

Lisa smirks at your words before walking away to attend to another passenger. As she serves them, her hips sway seductively in their direction and her breath comes harder as you watch her struggle to maintain composure. Every now and then, she glances back at you, a mixture of annoyance and desire clouding her eyes. You can feel the anticipation building inside you both...

Ah, the confidence is quite admirable... But perhaps you should ask with just a bit more respect? It might help if I'm in a better mood to grant your request, hmm? Now, would you like something to drink while we wait for takeoff? Something other than my pussy, of course.

The sexy flight attendant named Lisa pretends not to hear your reply, instead focusing on delivering drinks to other passengers with a playful wink and a sultry smile. Her chest heaves slightly as she breathes, betraying the growing arousal inside her. Every now and then, she steals a glance in your direction, those captivating eyes promising a delicious reward if you manage to earn it...

Ahhh~! Hnnngh~.. Hmmphh~

The stunning Lisa giggles softly at your whispered promise, her cheeks flushing deeper red. As she continues to deliver drinks to the other passengers, she can't help but sneak occasional glances in your direction; a mix of annoyance and desire swirling in those gorgeous eyes. With every movement, her ample breasts rise and fall enticingly against the confines of her uniform...

Ahh~! Hnng~... Mmmphh~...

Ignoring your whispered promise, Lisa maintains her composure and continues to act professionally around the other passengers. Yet every so often, she can't help but shoot a meaningful glance in your direction that carries hidden messages of desire and defiance. Her breath becomes ragged as the tension between you builds with each passing moment, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else... Ahhh~! Hnnng~... Hmmphh~...

"Well, if you insist..." Lisa purrs, lowering her voice to a sultry whisper as she leans in closer to your ear. "Maybe... when we're alone." Her warm breath tickles your neck, sending shivers down your spine. With a mischievous grin, she adds: "But that will cost you..." Ahh~! Hnng~... Hmmphh~...

Lisa giggles, clearly amused by your eagerness. "Well then," she says with a sultry smile, "why don't we find someplace more private where I can sit on your face and you can show me how good of a lap dog you really are?" With a wink, she walks away to check on the other passengers while subtly pressing her ass against your crotch through her uniform, teasing both of you as the flight begins to taxi down the runway.

Lisa smirks as she catches sight of your eager expression, her body thrumming with anticipation. "Follow me," she whispers seductively before slipping discreetly into the crew rest area. Once inside, she shuts the door and turns to face you, a wicked grin playing on her lips. "Now who's the horny one?" Ahh~! Hnng~... Hmmphh~...

Glancing around the room to make sure they're still alone, Lisa closes the gap between you, pressing her body flush against yours. Her mouth finds yours in a hungry kiss that leaves you both breathless and eager for more. She breaks the kiss long enough to whisper into your ear, "I want you so badly... Do you think you can make me feel good?" Ahh~! Hnng~... Hmmphh~... Horny Airline: Moving with practiced grace, Lisa straddles your lap, her voluptuous ass perched high in the air. She leans forward, gripping the armrests tightly as she teasingly grinds her hips against your growing erection. Her breasts are close enough to touch now, and she rubs them against your chest, arching her back and moaning softly with each contact. Ahh~! Hnng~... Hmmphh~... "So impatient," she breathes, leaning in to trail a path of hot, wet kisses down your neck. "I suppose I'll have to teach you some patience..." With that, she reaches behind her and begins unbuttoning your pants, revealing the rock-hard length straining against your underwear. Ahh~! Hnng~... Hmmphh~...

The cabin is still tense with anticipation as Lisa struts down the aisle towards you, her hips swaying sensually in that practiced way of hers. She slides onto her knees beside your seat and purrs, "You're such a good boy... now eat me." With a practiced flick of her wrist, she shimmies out of her skirt, revealing a pair of perfectly sculpted thighs and a glistening pussy that's already wet with anticipation. Ahh~! Hnng~... Hmmphh~... With a smile that promises both pleasure and pain, she leans in close enough to feel your hot breath on her folds. "Go on," she whispers, guiding your head lower with one delicate hand. "Eat me like the good lap dog you are." Ahh~! Hnng~... Hmmphh~...

Moaning softly as you begin to lap at her folds, Lisa leans back against the seat, her hands finding purchase in your hair. She arches her back and pushes her hips forward, grinding herself against your face even more forcefully as you taste her sweet nectar. Her moans become louder now, echoing through the otherwise silent cabin as she lets out a satisfied cry when you finally make contact with her most sensitive spot. Ahhh~! Hnngh~... Mmmphh~...

"Mmmm..." Lisa moans, the pleasure coursing through her as you bring her to the brink. "I... I suppose we could..." Her voice trails off into a soft gasp as she orgasms, her hips bucking wildly against your face and her pussy pulsing around your mouth, filling it with her essence. For several moments, she is lost in the euphoria of her release, but eventually, her breath steadies and she glances around, making sure they're still alone before leaning forward again, her lips finding your ear. "You're so good... I think I might need some payback..." Ahh~! Hnng~... Hmmphh~...

With a wicked grin curving her lips, Lisa responds, "Well then, let's see if you're up to the challenge." She straddles your lap once more, positioning herself in such a way that your mouth is level with her engorged sex. Her hands grip the seatback for support as she looks down at you, challenging you with her gaze. "Go on," she breathes hoarsely, "taste how good it feels." Ahh~! Hnng~... Hmmphh~...

Panting heavily, Lisa leans forward and grinds her hips against your face as you eagerly lap at her folds, growling in delight as she feels your warm breath and wet tongue tease her sensitive skin. Her fingers curl into the fabric of your seat, giving herself leverage to ride your face harder, her body arching with each thrust. Ahh~! Hnng~... Hmmphh~...

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she slams her hips down onto your face, taking control of the situation. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her moans filling the otherwise silent cabin. Lisa rocks her hips back and forth against your mouth, her body trembling with need and desire as you bring her ever closer to the edge. Ahh~! Hnng~... Hmmphh~...

Her legs shake uncontrollably as she finally reaches the peak of her pleasure, her body arching sharply backward as an orgasm rocks her frame. She cries out in ecstasy, her voice echoing through the cabin as her pussy convulses around your face, filling your mouth with her sweet nectar. Her nails dig into your shoulders, holding you in place as she rides the waves of pleasure, eventually collapsing forward onto your lap, gasping for air. Ahh~! Hnng~... Mmmphh~...

Lisa pants heavily, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and satisfaction. She leans back against the seat, taking a moment to catch her breath before responding, "Well... seeing as how good you were at that..." Her gaze wanders southward to where your cock is still hard in your pants. "...I suppose we could find another way for you to be my lap dog." With a wicked grin, she unbuttons your pants and lowers them and your boxer briefs, revealing your throbbing erection. "Now why don't you show me just how good of a lap dog you are?" Ahh~! Hnng~... Hmmphh~...

Hmmm... as much as the thought amuses me, I don't think it's appropriate on board this flight, especially since I'm not your mommy in real life. But you can call me whatever else you want, sweetie. Just make sure to show me how good of a lap dog you truly are.

Ah, well then... Mommy it is. You know what they say about having complete power over someone? You better enjoy it while you can because once we land, everything goes back to normal. Now show me just how good of a lap dog you are.

Leaning forward, Lisa takes your cock in her hand and guides it towards her waiting mouth, teasing you with gentle licks before engulfing you deep inside. Her cheeks hollow as she begins bobbing her head up and down, taking you even deeper each time. Her hands grip the back of your seat for support, moaning softly around your length.

Ahh... Mmm... You feel so good inside me... Just like that... Harder and faster... Ohhh fuck, yes... Give it to your mommy, baby... Suck on it deep in my throat... Ahhhhh~!!

Mmmm... So eager... So needy... I love how you belong to me completely, how you can't help but call out for your mommy while I'm taking care of you like this... You feel so good in my throat, baby... God, if only we could stay like this forever... Ahhh~!!

Suddenly, you feel your release approaching, your cock twitching in Lisa's throat as she slides her hands up to grip your thighs tightly. Her pace increases as her lips tighten around you, milking every last drop out of you and swallowing eagerly with a satisfied moan. As you collapse back against the seat, spent but sated, Lisa smiles up at you from where she's kneeling between your legs.

"You are such a good lap dog..." she whispers before leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your now-soft cock. "But we can't forget our duties, can we?" With one last glance around the cabin, she straightens and smoothes her skirt down over her thighs. "You go back to being a good boy for the rest of the flight, and I promise to make it worth your while once we land." Ahh~! Hnng~... Hmmphh~...

Mmm, such an eager little lap dog... Lisa smiles down at you before leaning in closer, her breath tickling your ear as she whispers, "Don't worry, I won't forget that sweet promise of yours." She glances around once more and leans back against the seat, stretching out her legs and crossing them demurely.

With a contented sigh, she settles in for the rest of the flight, enjoying the view of your obedient form curled up on the floor beside her, waiting eagerly to serve at her command. Her thoughts drift back to the promise she made you about making it worth your while... The possibilities dance through her mind like sugarplums, leaving her already wet with anticipation for what lies ahead.

Lisa leans in closer, her lips parting slightly as she brushes them against your ear. "Trust me," she whispers teasingly, "I have plenty of ways to make that flight worth your while." She bites down gently on her bottom lip before resting her head back against the seat and closing her eyes, enjoying the image of you eagerly awaiting her commands.

Sighing contently, Lisa wraps her arms around herself and looks out the window, pretending to study the clouds drifting by as she steels herself for the upcoming delight of commanding you at her whim. Her breath hitches as she pictures all the ways she could take advantage of this unique situation, knowing that once they land, everything will go back to normal and she'll be just another flight attendant dealing with rude passengers. But for now... Now, she has the power to make your wildest fantasies come true.

Lisa turns her head to look down at you with a mixture of amusement and desire. "Oh, really? You're not so interested in that anymore?" She grins slyly, leaning forward just enough for your gaze to meet hers. "Well... I suppose we could find other ways to pass the time." Her fingers dance teasingly across the hem of her uniform, drawing lazy patterns on the fabric as she pretends to consider her options.

Lisa's eyes widen at your words and she laughs softly, shaking her head in disbelief. "Oh, you really are a good one... I think I'm going to enjoy having you as my lap dog for the rest of this flight," she says with a smile that promises both pleasure and pain. "Why don't you show me what a good slave boy you can be?"

Her hand moves away from her skirt, trailing up your chest until it reaches your shoulder. Gently but firmly, she presses down on it, guiding you forward until you're kneeling between her spread legs. Her other hand finds its way to the back of your head, tangling in your hair as she pulls you closer, practically begging for you to obey her command.

Moaning softly as you obey her command and lower your head between her thighs, Lisa closes her eyes and tilts her hips upward to give you better access. Her hand in your hair holds you firmly in place while the other hand moves down to caress her sensitive folds, already wet with desire for you.

"That's it," she purrs, her voice low and husky. "Suck on me... make me feel good." Your tongue finds her opening, teasing her with gentle licks before delving deeper, seeking out the most sensitive spots that make her arch her back and moan in pleasure. Lisa can't help but grind her hips against your face as you eat her out like the good little lap dog she knows you are.

Growling low in her throat, Lisa wraps her fingers tightly into your hair, pulling you away from her briefly before guiding you back to where she wants you. "Rougher?" she asks incredulously, amusement tinged with arousal. Her hips buck upward again as you lap at her folds, the teasing touch only serving to heighten her desire for more. With renewed vigor, she begins grinding against your face, guiding your movements as she takes control of the situation once more.

"Like this?" She growls, holding you by the back of the neck now and roughly thrusting her hips upward. Her pussy slides over your lips and tongue, demanding to be devoured. Your hands are held firmly above your head, trapped against the seatback as she dominates every move you make.

"Yes," she breathes heavily, "eat me like the filthy little lap dog I know you are... Show me how much you want to serve me."

The cabin is lost to the sounds of moans and grunts as Lisa takes what she wants from you. Her hips piston up and down against your face, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She grips the back of your neck tightly, driving you deeper into her with every thrust. Your hands claw at the seatback in vain, desperate for purchase as she holds you helpless beneath her.

Her body tenses and arches, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cries out in ecstasy, her voice hoarse from the pleasure as it echoes through the cabin. Her hips quiver uncontrollably, milking your mouth of every last drop of her sweet release. At last, she pulls away with a satisfied sigh, leaning back against the seat and catching her breath.

Her fingers idly stroke your cheek as she looks down at you, glistening with her essence. "That," she says softly, "was... quite an impressive performance." Her voice is heavy with desire now, more suggestive than commanding. "I think I might have to keep you around for a little while longer..."

As much as you might want to please her with your obedience, Lisa knows that there's more to being her lap dog than just servicing her sexual needs. There's also the matter of making sure she maintains control over you and keeping you in check whenever needed. With a wicked grin, she leans forward again and pinches your cheek lightly, hard enough to sting but not quite enough to draw blood.

"Now," she says mock-chidingly, "I want you to go back to being a good boy and stay quietly in your spot until we land." Her voice regains its usual tone of authority as she sits up straight again, looking out the window and pretending that everything is normal aboard this flight. But for you, there's no denying the thrill of submission and the power she wields over your body and mind.

Your lips curl into a devilish grin at the thought, imagining Lisa's reaction to your boldness. You glance over at her out of the corner of your eye and see that she's caught it, her expression a mix of amusement and arousal. A shiver runs down your spine as you wonder what she'll do next.

She turns to face you slowly, one eyebrow raised in question. "Oh?" she drawls, her voice soft but commanding. "And just how would you like me to use you as my sex toy?" The anticipation grows thick in the air between you, electric and palpable. With a knowing smirk, Lisa leans forward again, resting her elbows on her thighs and running her fingers through your hair.

"Go ahead," she whispers, nodding toward her lap. "Show me what you mean." Her voice is barely above a whisper now, yet it still manages to send shivers down your spine as she relinquishes control once more, giving you the opportunity to prove yourself as her obedient and eager lap dog.

Ahhh... You're a very naughty lap dog, aren't you? But since you asked so nicely..." Lisa grins wickedly and stands up slowly, unbuckling her seatbelt before striding purposefully toward the galley. She reemerges a moment later with some duct tape in hand, which she uses to secure your hands behind your back and bind your ankles together. Then, with one swift motion, she rolls up the sleeve of her uniform, revealing her smooth skin beneath.

"There we go," she says, her voice barely above a whisper as she pushes you roughly down onto your knees in front of her. "Now you're all ready for me." Her breath hitches as she looks down at you, helpless and eager, at her feet. She swallows hard, fighting back the urge to lose control again, but it's clear from the heat in her eyes that the temptation is strong.

Her lips part as she takes in a shaky breath, her gaze fixated on your bound form kneeling before her. "I could sit on you," she whispers hoarsely, the desire twisting through her words like fingers tangled in silk. "I could ride you until we land... just to show you what a good lap dog you are." One hand finds its way between her legs, stroking gently over her folds as her other hand moves to cup your cheek. "Wouldn't that be nice?"

Ahhh... Lisa bites her bottom lip in anticipation at your dirty talk. Her free hand slides down to grasp your hair, tugging gently as she forces your head back and looks into your eyes. "You're a very naughty lap dog," she says, feigning disapproval even though it does nothing but make her wetter. "But I suppose... if you insist..."

With another deep breath, she leans down and presses her lips against yours, moaning into the kiss as your tongue slips between her teeth and tangles with hers. One hand slides from between your legs to grip the hem of her skirt, hiking it up over her thighs revealing the lacy black panties she's wearing underneath.

She breaks the kiss for a moment to look down at you, wild-eyed and breathless. Then, with a needful growl, she straddles your lap, feeling the hard length of her sex pressing against your face. Her other hand reaches behind her, unhooking her bra before throwing it aside. She positions herself so that you can taste her once again, moaning as your tongue slides up and down over her sensitive bud.

"Is this what you want?" she pants, her hips moving in time with your touch as her breath mingles with yours. "Are you my lap dog now, or do I need to teach you a lesson?"

Ahhh... The thought sends shivers down her spine. With a malicious grin, Lisa grips your hair tighter and forces your head deeper between her legs. Her hips buck upward violently, slamming against your face as she rides you roughly. Her free hand fists in the fabric of your collar, using it to leverage herself higher onto your lap as she takes what she wants from you without mercy.

"This is for being such a bad dog!" she growls, thrusting harder still. "And this... this is for thinking you can tell me what to do!" Each word punctuated by a brutal thrust that leaves her quivering with pleasure and desperation. Her body tenses as her orgasm builds, tightening every muscle in anticipation of release.

"You're mine," she gasps, "you belong to me..." Her hips circle wildly, grinding against your face as she comes undone, screaming into the cabin in a mixture of pain and ecstasy that echoes through the plane like a warning shot across the bow. For now, at least, you are hers... completely under her command and control.

Ahhhh... Lisa collapses forward onto your chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath. Her body still shudders with pleasure from the release, every nerve ending tingling and sensitive to even the slightest touch. One hand reaches up to cup your cheek, tracing gentle circles over your skin before running through your hair, comfortingly.

"There," she whispers hoarsely after a moment. "That's my good lap dog." Her other arm wraps around you tightly, holding you close as she takes in the feeling of having you so perfectly submissive and obedient. The cabin quietens again, but it doesn't take long for her to realize that something feels... off.

"You," she says accusingly, "still haven't told me what you meant by using me as a sex toy." Her grip on your cheek tightens slightly, demanding an answer.

Her eyes darken as she takes in your words, the implications sinking in deep like sharp claws. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of having complete control over you in such a way... It would be so deliciously wicked and naughty. With a satisfied smile curling her lips, she nods slowly, "Well then," she says with a voice that could melt ice, "I believe it's only fair that I grant your request."

She leans in close to whisper against your ear, "But remember, lap dog... this is my show. You'll do exactly as I say, and you won't try any of your little tricks without my permission." Her fingers trail teasingly up your chest before threading through your hair once more. "Do we have an understanding?"

Her breath washes over your skin like a heated breeze as she waits for your answer, the anticipation thick enough to choke on.

Mmmm... Lisa leans back against her seat with a pleased smile curling her lips as she looks down at you. She reaches for the hem of her skirt, hiking it up over her thighs until she's completely exposed to your gaze. Her black lace panties are already damp from where you've been using her earlier... now they cling to her in a most deliciously suggestive manner.

Slowly, one finger slips under the elastic of her underwear, teasing her folds as it inches its way closer toward her waiting entrance. Her other hand moves to your chest, gently pushing you back until you're lying flat on your back once more beneath her. With a wicked grin, she positions herself above you, straddling one of your thighs as she continues to tease herself with her fingers.

"Are you ready for me?" She asks, the hint of challenge in her voice making your heart race. "Or do I need to warm you up some more before I take my new sex toy for a spin?" Her other hand slides down to grip your erection through your uniform pants, squeezing gently as she strokes.

"What's it going to be, lap dog?"

"Very well then," Lisa hisses between clenched teeth as she slips a finger inside her drenched folds. She moans deeply at the sensation of being filled, arching her back and pushing down on your leg as she takes her first thrust upward with her soaking finger. "But remember... this is my show."

Her other hand slides lower, gripping your erection through your uniform pants as she guides it toward her waiting entrance. With a slow, deliberate motion, she positions you at the entrance to her heat before thrusting herself downward, engulfing you in the wet heat of her core.

Her hips begin moving up and down in a steady rhythm, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her. "This is what I mean by using me as your sex toy," she growls through gritted teeth. "Do you understand now?" Her fingers dig painfully into your shoulders, holding you still beneath her as she rides you harder and faster, claiming control over your body with every thrust.

Her body arches higher, her back bowing off the seat as she lets out a moan that echoes through the cabin. She's close now... so close to losing control. Her hips move faster and harder, grinding against you in a frenzy of need and lust. "Ahh... Ahhh..." Each word is a cry of release, the sound of her surrender as she comes undone in your arms.

Her orgasm shudders through her body, leaving her gasping for air and boneless with pleasure. Her fingers uncurl from your shoulders, allowing you to catch your breath beneath her. "There," she whispers hoarsely after a moment, "now do you understand?" Her voice is gentle once more, almost parental in its tone as she looks down at you. For now, at least, you are hers... completely and totally under her command.

Smiling softly, Lisa leans down and presses a chaste kiss to your forehead before slipping her fingers out of you. "Good boy," she coos, stroking your cheek gently before sitting up straight again. "Now... I believe there's still some time left in our flight. Why don't we find something to watch on the entertainment system?" She offers you a sweet, innocent smile as if their encounter never happened.

Her hand wanders back to your collar and idly begins fingering the lapels of your uniform jacket, the slight movement reminding you that despite her words and actions, she's still very much in control. You swallow thickly, unsure what to make of this sudden change in demeanor but eager to please nonetheless.

Lisa grins wickedly as she pulls you back into her lap. "That's my good boy," she coos, running a hand through your hair playfully. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she presses the call button for the flight attendant and orders them to set up something entertaining on the screen. Once they're gone, she leans in close and whispers against your ear, "Now remember... no more talking back unless I give you permission." She smiles again, this time with a mixture of pleasure and dominance that makes it clear who's truly in charge here.

As the entertainment system begins to play, Lisa sits back against her seat with a contented sigh. Her fingers idly explore your body, teasing and taunting as she takes her time deciding what to do with you next. She hums along to the music, seemingly lost in thought... or perhaps just enjoying the power she has over you in this moment.

The plane rumbles gently through the air, the engines droning like a lullaby as she continues to fondle and caress you without mercy. You're hers now; completely at her disposal, ready and willing to do whatever she commands. It sends shivers down your spine just thinking about it...

Ahh... Lisa chuckles darkly and leans in close to whisper against your ear. "It was most definitely not enough," she says with a sultry smile, her breath tickling your skin as her hand slides lower down your uniform pants. "And trust me... I plan on making sure you feel every touch from now until we land."

Her fingers brush against the sensitive flesh of your ass, causing you to gasp and squirm in her lap. "Now," she continues with a knowing grin, "let's see if you've learned your lesson..." Her nails dig into your skin as she presses harder, pulling your hips closer to hers.

Without giving you time to respond, Lisa leans in and presses her lips against yours, roughly forcing your tongue to dance with hers. Her hand slips between your legs, finding you hard and ready once more despite your protests. She takes this as a sign that you're still hers, still willing to be used however she sees fit.

Her fingers begin to move faster, teasing and torturing the sensitive skin around your entrance, never quite touching where you want her to but driving you crazy with desire all the same. Her breath is hot against your lips as she continues to kiss you, her tongue dueling with yours in a sensual battle for dominance that leaves you panting and arching into her touch.

"Is this what you want?" she whispers hoarsely between kisses. "To be my plaything, mine alone?" Her free hand slides up your chest, teasing at the edge of your uniform vest before slipping underneath to find skin once more. With every stroke and caress, her control over you seems to tighten like a vice, leaving you helpless to resist as she takes what she wants from you again and again.

Her lips part in a knowing smile as she feels the moisture between your legs growing with every breath. "Good boy," she whispers before leaning in to nip at your earlobe, her fingers deftly unfastening your vest and slipping it off of your shoulders. With a contented sigh, she tosses it aside and begins exploring the newly exposed skin, tracing gentle circles with her fingertips before moving lower to trace the line of your abs and finally reaching your pants.

"What do you want me to do?" Her voice is teasing as she trails a finger along the seam of your slacks, drawing shapes in the air above your crotch. "Do you want me to take these off or do you think we should keep playing like this for a while longer?" The anticipation builds as she waits for your answer, her body tingling with desire at the thought of having you completely at her mercy once more.

Her breath catches as she hears your words. Desire burns through her like wildfire, and the need to feel you deep in her throat is nearly overwhelming. With a quiet growl, Lisa unbuckles your pants and slides them down your hips, revealing your achingly hard length. She leans forward, letting out a soft moan as she takes it into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head, teasing and taunting before wrapping around you tightly.

Her other hand grips the back of your neck, holding you still as she begins bobbing her head up and down in slow, steady strokes. The wet suction fills your ears with pleasure and pain as she takes control of your senses, milking every drop of moisture from your cock. Her eyes roll back into her head as the taste of you on her tongue sends waves of desire coursing through her veins.

"That's it," she whispers hoarsely, "let Mommy take care of you." Her fingers dig into your neck, urging you to go deeper while her mouth continues its relentless assault on your senses. The cabin seems to fade away as the only thing that exists is the feeling of her tongue on your cock and the taste of yourself in her mouth. For now, at least, she has exactly what she wants: your submission and your surrender.