The door is locked. I lean back against the wall, one foot propped on the toilet, legs spread in front of the mirror.

It’s a tight fit. Like you, inside me.

I move my panties aside and watch your parting gift drip between my thighs. Two fingers slide through the mess you’ve left. I gather it, push it back inside my drooling cunt.

My clit throbs. My pussy clenches around my fingers.

Trying to hold you in.

A ding. A light knock.

“Miss, the captain has turned on the seatbelt sign.”

Later, when they ask how my trip was, I grin.

“Fulfilling.”