So you sit, silently, watching the little grey plane on the display move almost imperceptibly across an interminable blue expanse. Her eyes flutter and close. XXNX “I don’t need you to. “Sorry,” the flight attendant says, then adds, a touch indignantly, “It’s a bit hard to hear you.” You hear a few noncommittal thumps on the door. Maybe she’s watching porn on the living room TV, one hand pinching a swollen nipple, the other shoving two fingers deep inside her soaking depths. You notice that she’s wobbling even more now. You thrust into her with so much force that you literally lift her off her feet. “You like?”
“I love,” you say, resting your chin on her shoulder and gently pinching a nipple with each hand. “Do you trust me?”
You shouldn’t. “No, you do, you need this –”
She lifts a knee slowly towards your crotch.
