Sexy Airlines

Jenny still hauls the paperwork. Newest stewardess, least senior. She strides into Nick’s cabin, hips swaying, skirt hugging the curve of her ass. The older man watches her long legs—stockinged, high-heeled, endless. He waits until the door clicks, then reaches for her. Her fingers pop open his belt with practiced speed. She drops, knees kissing carpet, lips parting around the thick heat of his cock. She sucks him deep, tongue stroking the underside, saliva glistening on every slow glide. Nick’s hand fists her hair, hips rolling to meet her throat. No one sees the jet tilt, but they feel it as he bends her over the desk, lifts her skirt, and pushes inside in one hard stroke. Her moans are low, wet, rhythmic. He drives deeper, skin slapping skin, both of them gasping for the moment they finally come together.