The Mile High Club

“Fuck! Finally,” thought Jayden as he boarded his flight back home to London. He had been on a three-week trip to India… alone. It had been a long, tiring trip with an exceptional amount of traveling and little to no time to himself. He’d been craving this for five or six days now—just to be back home. With his wife. With his kids. With his family. He missed them so much.

“Seat number, sir?” asked the air hostess.

Jayden fumbled for his boarding pass, fishing it out from somewhere in his pockets. “2A,” he responded.

“Right this way, sir.”

Jayden got to his seat, ready to just wind down, relax, watch some Netflix, and sleep. He was ready for the rat race back home that awaited him, but he couldn’t settle. Something seemed off. He could feel it, sense it in the air. Not wrong, just… something wasn’t as expected.

“Drink, sir?” A different air hostess this time. There it was—an odd smirk on her face, a glisten in her eyes, almost like she knew something he didn’t. Just like the air hostess who had asked him where his seat was.

“Lemonade, please,” he replied, wondering why she looked that way. Maybe he was imagining it. He was exhausted, after all.

Jayden got comfortable in his seat. AirPods on, iPad ready, water out. Ready for the long flight home.

“Your drink, sir.” Yet another air hostess. A third one. Same look, same glistening eye, same smirk—like she knew a secret, like something was afoot. This time he didn’t blame his tiredness. He knew he was noticing a pattern, and it started bothering him. As she walked away, he couldn’t help being his normal, perverted self, stealing a glance at her ass. Pert, round, voluptuous, and tight in a pencil skirt. Noticeably short. Shorter than he’d ever seen on any other flight.

He realized then that all the air hostesses seemed to be dressed similarly. Their skirts were so short you could see the bottom curves of their ass cheeks. He noticed another one facing away from him. Fuck! Her skirt was so short he could see a hint of her panties under it. Just a flash of pink. He blinked twice, certain the panties were crotchless, remembering that Vanessa, his wife, had what looked like exactly the same pair at home. It gave him instant flashbacks to the times she’d worn them. How turned on he’d become when his wandering hands discovered them. How his cock would throb involuntarily at the feel of them. How juicy her thick pussy lips looked bulging through them, soaking the fabric completely when he touched her, and how her juices gushed on his beard when he ate her sweet pussy and ass.

Fuck, he thought, shaking his head furiously. Getting too hard. I have to shake this thought.

At the same time, he couldn’t help but notice the abnormally tight blouses all the air hostesses were wearing. Even the smallest boobs squeezed through the fabric like they were huge, while the big ones looked humongous. The lady who had asked him if he wanted a drink seemed to have forgotten to wear a bra entirely. Her nipples were visible through the sheer, satin silk material—so sheer he was almost able to make out her areolas. Big dark circles, perky pointy nipples, just the way he liked them. Small, cute boobs. He couldn’t help but wonder what the fourth one, whose face he hadn’t seen yet, looked like from the front, secretly hoping she had the matching bra: sheer, seamless, and see-through. Tight enough that it wouldn't hide the nipples at all.

He felt it again. A violent throb of his cock, almost jumping out of his pants, forcing him to shift and make a minor adjustment.

“Cabin crew, seats for takeoff,” he heard over the tannoy.

The air hostesses started checking all the passengers' seats and belts, pacing up and down the aisle. What a view, he thought. Does Etihad only hire models? Every air hostess possessed sexy legs, the tightest, shortest skirts imaginable, sheer blouses, and killer heels. It looked like a scene straight out of one of those naughty air hostess porn movies he liked to watch.

And that’s when things shifted from strange to surreal. Jasmine, the air hostess who had asked him where his seat was, came over for what looked like a regular belt check.

“Have you fastened your seat belt, sir?” she asked.

“Yes,” Jayden replied, rolling his eyes, thinking, Of course I have, I’m not an idiot.

“Let me check, please, sir,” she responded.

“But it’s on,” he protested.

“Sir, please allow me to do my job. The lead lady has sent me to ensure you’re well secured.”

There it was again. The same smirk. The look of knowing something. The sparkly eyes.

“Where is your lead lady?” Jayden asked.

“Oh, I think you noticed her earlier, sir. She had her back to you. We all saw you staring at her tight ass.”

Wtf, he thought. How? I just glimpsed.

“Sir, it was really obvious… you were gawking. She said she hopes you enjoyed the view and may come and see you later to introduce herself personally and properly.”

It was almost like she could read his mind. With that, Jasmine leaned over him, deliberately brushing her chest across his face. He could feel the soft weight of her boobs sliding against his cheek through her sheer silk blouse. It was entirely intentional. There was no way she did that accidentally. She checked his belt, and as she withdrew, she deliberately—but very discreetly—brushed her hand over his bulging crotch.

“Are you okay, sir?” she asked, her voice dropping a register. “Feels like you’ve had a hard day.”

All he could do was blush, the heat rising to his neck. Unable to scramble any words together, thoroughly embarrassed, he blurted out a breathless “Yes.”

In that moment, he caught a whiff of her scent. Unmissable. Unmistakable. Vanessa had the exact same perfume at home. He’d bought it himself—a very limited edition Victoria’s Secret that wasn't available anymore. How had she got her hands on it? he wondered.

Jasmine turned around with all the world’s sass and marched off to the galley, her hips swaying side to side in an exaggerated, hypnotic rhythm. Just as she got there, she turned back, winked at him, and took her seat for takeoff.

Jayden couldn’t stop thinking about the bizarre start to his flight. Something was different. Something was deeply, incredibly wrong—or incredibly right. The air hostesses were dressed so slutty, directly mirroring the fantasies he played out in his head while stroking his cock at home alone. The way Jasmine had deliberately brushed her tits over his face and traced her hand over his hard-on left his pulse racing.

Fuck, he thought. Do I tell Vanessa what happened? She’d kill me if she heard about this.

His mind completely unfocused, he decided to take a walk up and down the aisle just to stretch his legs. His muscles were cramped from the intense three-week journey. He paced slowly, deliberately, observing the passengers in their cabins. Some were sleeping, some were watching their TVs, some reading. All lost in their own worlds.

Lost in his own thoughts, Jayden’s mind began to wander back to the highlights of his trip. He remembered the massage where his cock had been exposed—hard, veiny, and thick—in full view of the masseuse as she rubbed high up his inner thigh, the rough friction of her hand brushing against his heavy balls. He thought back to the Indigo air hostess who kept staring at him on both flights, how he’d struggled to hide his erection from her, how she’d definitely noticed and looked him up and down like she wanted to take him right then and there. He remembered the check-in lady in Guwahati who had followed him up to his room to show him the way, letting him know to contact her for any “added extras” he might require.

As he paced, lost in the heat of his memories, a voice drifted from the air hostesses' galley, hidden behind the curtain.

“How did he react, Jasmine?”

“Babe, he was so hard. I felt it. And properly, at that. You were right… He’s HUGE!”

Wtf, he thought, stopping in his tracks. Who were they talking about? Him? If so, who was asking about him, and how did that other person know he was “huge”? And why did that second voice sound so sensual, soft, playful, and eerily familiar?

Ignoring the pounding in his chest, he continued pacing. Then he heard a male voice.

“Here? Right here… are you sure?”

“Yes, Captain. Right here, in the galley,” responded the familiar voice.

“As you wish, Madam Lead Lady,” the captain responded.

A short silence followed. The kind of heavy, thick silence that makes you want to know what's happening. The silence of the unexpected. Jayden shook his head, trying to clear the stupid thoughts clouding his brain, and carried on pacing. Three paces up, three paces back down.

Then he heard it. The unmistakable sound of a zipper being tugged open, followed by the low, guttural moan of a man.

No, he thought. I must be imagining things.

As he looped back up the aisle toward the galley, the sounds grew distinct. Slurp… glug… glug… moan… oh, fuck… all layering over each other. He could see the galley curtains twitching slightly with movement.

Do not go there, he told himself, resisting the violent, primitive urge to peek behind the curtain. He picked up his pace, promising himself he would return to his seat, only to abruptly spin on his heel and head straight back to the galley.

Mentally fighting every urge to intrude, but entirely unable to resist, he pulled the edge of the curtain back just a fraction and sneaked a look. He gasped, the air completely knocked out of his lungs.

There was the back of the lead lady—the one whose ass he’d been staring at, wearing the same pink panties he knew Vanessa had. She was in her full uniform, squatting on the floor with her legs spread wide. One hand was buried between her legs, frantically masturbating, while her other hand gripped the captain's cock, slurping it like it was her last meal on earth.

The captain leaned back against the counter, a tall, powerfully built man. His crisp white pilot’s shirt was half-unbuttoned, exposing a broad, muscular chest covered in dark hair, the gold stripes on his epaulettes catching the dim light. His tie hung loose, and his sharp, shadowed jawline clenched tight with pleasure as his head rolled back. His tailored navy trousers were pushed down his thick, athletic thighs, perfectly framing the massive cock she was tending to. Her hands moved with lethal precision, swapping between massaging his thick shaft while she sucked his tip, to caressing his heavy balls as she took the full length deep into her throat. Slow, then fast, then spit. Slow, then slurp, then fast. It was the work of an absolute expert. It was the exact technique he’d seen Vanessa use on him a hundred times—the one that made his back arch, his toes curl, and left him clawing at the bedsheets, entirely unable to control his orgasm.

Fuck, he panicked. What the fuck have I walked into?

He was suddenly incredibly thankful the captain's eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure and the lead lady's face was turned away, pinned firmly in place by the captain's large, strong hands. For a fleeting second, his dark side took over. He thought about making his presence known, wondering if he’d get the same treatment. He imagined sliding his hand up her skirt to finger her soaked pussy, or dropping to his knees to lick her clean so she wouldn't have to play with herself.

But he couldn’t do it.

No way, he thought, rushing backward through the curtain and practically running back to his seat. He dropped into his chair, noticing how ragged and heavy his breathing had become. He was sweating from head to toe, aroused beyond anything he’d ever felt, his cock an aching rod of steel trapped between his thighs.

And then he felt it. Drip.

His cock was leaking pre-cum all on its own, leaving a damp spot on his underwear. He was consumed by an agonizing need to find out what the hell was happening on this flight. The slutty outfits, Jasmine’s promiscuous behavior, and the lead lady deep-throating the pilot like it was her job. What kind of flight was this?!

Jayden’s mind was spinning. Surely a professional air hostess wouldn’t be sucking a captain's cock mid-flight, right there in the galley. But his body didn't care about logic. His cock wouldn’t stop aching, the thick tip gorging through the skin, straining against his zipper. His balls drew tight, the intense arousal pulling everything harder and thicker by the second. He was terrified to stand up, certain anyone walking by would see the massive tent in his pants.

Just as he was trying to collect his thoughts, the air hostess who had asked him about his drink earlier marched toward him—moving with the same exaggerated, hypnotic sway Jasmine had used.

What does she want? Jayden panicked, desperately crossing his legs to hide his bulge. As she approached, he caught her name badge: Leila.

Leila didn’t even break rhythm. She leaned over a full ninety degrees, shoving her braless chest right into Jayden’s face. She was so close he couldn’t help but stare at how pert and perfect her breasts were. Her large, dark brown areolas framed long, pointy brown nipples that were harder than any he had ever seen. She had four buttons undone, pressing her actual flesh against his cheek, practically begging him to take a lick.

She leaned her mouth right against his ear, biting down gently on his earlobe.

“The lead lady is asking if you enjoyed the show in the galley earlier,” Leila whispered, her breath hot against his neck. “She put it on especially for you.”

Before Jayden could process the words, Leila’s hand dropped directly onto his crotch, grabbing and squeezing his throbbing bulge through his jeans. “And she wanted me to check you’re nice and hard. She’s right, sir; you are huge, aren’t you? She always tells us how thick, long, and veiny you are. She’ll be introducing herself soon, I hope.”

She winked, stood up, and walked away, deliberately hiking her skirt up a few inches so Jayden could get a perfect view of her round, bare ass.

Jayden’s mind short-circuited. What the fuck. Who is this woman telling everyone about my cock? How did she know I saw her in the galley when her back was turned? Why is she doing this to me?

The overwhelming horniness shattered his restraint. Without thinking, he unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock completely out, right there in his seat.

“Not here, sir,” a stern but playful voice scolded.

He looked up. The third air hostess had appeared out of nowhere. Her name tag read Natasha.

“Sir, you cannot do that at your seat. Please wait until you’re summoned. It’ll be worth it.” She stood over him, her shirt completely unbuttoned, exposing huge, heavy breasts aching to break out of a bright red bra. Her skirt was pushed down around her hips, blatantly showing off the crotch of a matching red thong.

Natasha reached down, circling her painted fingernail right over Jayden’s soaked, dripping tip. She brought the wet finger to her mouth, licked it clean, and smirked. “Hmm. She’s right. You taste amazing.”

She turned on her heel and strutted away. Reluctantly, Jayden shoved his cock back into his pants. It was aching. Throbbing. Pulsating. Dripping.

An agonizing hour went by.

The sharp throbbing pain in Jayden’s balls eventually settled into a deep, heavy ache. He was consumed by an unreal amount of horniness, stranded on the most unexpected flight of his life. It didn’t help that Vanessa had been sexting him explicit, filthy fantasies for the past three days, and he’d been completely unable to cum. His balls felt huge and heavy in his pants. The inside of his thigh was completely soaked with sticky, wet pre-cum.

He hadn’t seen any of the air hostesses since Natasha’s visit. Part of him hoped he could just sleep, get home, see Vanessa, and have the most incredible sex of his life. He wanted every fantasy they’d talked about to happen in a single night. Her dressed as a teacher, him as the student. Her tying him to a chair, hands and feet restrained, while she gave him slow strip dances and sloppy blowjobs. He wanted oil dripped all over their bodies. He wanted to be squirming with horniness, dying to touch her, but completely restrained. Tied to the bed spread-eagle, having his cock slapped with her bare hands until it stung. Spanked with the leather paddle, whipped until it was pure, torturous bliss. He imagined her forcing him to confess to watching porn, admitting to his dirty fantasies about their friends. He wanted her to ride his face like he was her personal pussy-eating servant, forcing her ass down onto his mouth, making sure he licked it deep and well. He wanted to be ridden until he came, and then ridden again without her getting off until he came a second time, letting his cum drip all over his own face as she forced him to lick her clean again. Hours of pure, unrestrained pleasure.

“Sir.”

It was Leila again. This time, her shirt was completely unbuttoned and hanging open. She had taken her skirt off entirely.

“The lead lady has asked for you. Please follow me.”

He stood up, desperate to finally know who this woman was. The moment he was on his feet, Leila hooked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and boxers, pulling them down just enough to expose his erection. She wrapped her hand around his hard cock, using it as a literal leash to guide him down the aisle. She stroked him back and forth—just a millimeter, almost like she knew she wasn’t allowed to play with him but couldn't resist. His tip leaked a fresh drop of pre-cum into her tight grip as he followed her, completely at her mercy.

Leila led him to the cockpit, knocked three times, and whispered, “Go straight in once it opens. Have fun.” She walked away, leaving him standing there.

A second later, the heavy cockpit door clicked, the latch opening from the inside. The door swung open. Jayden stepped inside and was met with a sight that made his brain completely stop working.

It was Vanessa.

She was wearing the tightest, sheerest airline blouse he had ever seen, hugging every inch of her upper body and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Beneath the thin fabric, she wore the pink Agent Provocateur bra he had bought her a year ago. It was entirely see-through, framing her dark, large areolas and nipples that were so hard and pointy they threatened to rip the lace. Her perfect, hand-sized breasts—the ones he loved to squeeze and feel sliding against his balls when she sucked him—heaved with her heavy breathing.

Her skirt was impossibly short. Beneath it, her thick, puffed-up pussy lips pushed brazenly against the pink, crotchless panties. Her round ass was on full display to the two pilots in the cockpit. Her calves looked incredible stretched by six-inch stilettos, her thick thighs parted wide for the world to stare at. Wet, shiny juices dripped down her inner thighs, glistening under the cockpit lights. The heavy, musky smell of her arousal filled the small space. Jayden could practically taste her in his mouth without even touching her.

And to his absolute shock, she had the captain's cock buried deep in her mouth, while the Co-pilot’s fingers expertly teased their way up and down her leg.

The captain sat slouched back in his command seat, a ruggedly handsome man in his forties with thick, salt-and-pepper hair and a dominant presence. His uniform shirt was pulled entirely open, revealing his hard, hairy chest and thick forearms corded with veins. His belt was undone, navy trousers pushed down around his heavy calves. Beside him, the co-pilot was younger, with striking, chiseled features, a strong jaw, and broad shoulders that strained the fabric of his fitted white shirt. He had his sleeves rolled up past the elbows, showing off strong, tanned forearms and large, masculine hands. His long, dexterous fingers expertly slipped between her wet thighs.

The captain's back was arched, his head thrown back, completely losing control as Vanessa used her signature technique—taking him slowly into her mouth, pulling off, licking the tip, swirling her tongue over his balls, and then swallowing the entire length of his shaft. Her muffled moans around the cock blew Jayden’s mind. He watched, paralyzed, as the co-pilot finally reached her soaked pussy lips, sliding two fingers deep inside her with incredible ease. She was dripping wet.

She was completely aware of Jayden's presence. In one swift motion, she pulled off the captain's cock, letting a string of drool connect her lips to his tip, and replaced her mouth with her hand. Seeing her husband standing there—his own broad chest heaving under his t-shirt, looking every bit the furious, dominant man she lusted after—she curled her finger, beckoning him closer.

“Come here, sweetheart,” she purred. Her eyes were shining, her face flushed and glowing with lust.

Jayden edged closer, completely entranced, until his bulge was barely an inch from her face. He felt her hot hands on his belt. She undid his jeans, snatched his cock out of his boxers, and gave him exactly what he had been craving for three weeks. Her hand wrapped tightly around his shaft while her wet tongue made slow, agonizing swirls over his sensitive tip. It drove him crazy every single time.

Jayden still couldn’t process reality. How had she gotten on this flight? How had she become the lead lady and gotten the entire crew involved? His mind was a blur of giddy, uncontrollable horniness.

Vanessa was in absolute expert mode. Her hips rolled back and forth, grinding perfectly against the co-pilot's fingering, letting her juices flow unrestricted down her legs. Her right hand massaged the captain's cock in a slow, torturous rhythm. And her mouth was entirely dedicated to serving her husband. She traced every throbbing vein with her tongue, shifting from the tip to the shaft. She took his cock in her left hand, lifting it up so she could lick from the base of his balls all the way to the top.

Jayden couldn’t hold back. He let out a loud, guttural groan that echoed in the cockpit. “I want to kiss you, sweetheart,” he moaned.

She looked up, bringing her mouth to his, and locked lips with him. It was slow, gentle, passionate. Their tongues flicked in and out, tasting the shared arousal. All the while, she kept gliding her hips down onto the co-pilot's fingers and expertly stroking the captain's cock. She moved her left hand down to cup Jayden’s balls, squeezing them gently as they kissed, catching up for three long weeks of separation. For that moment, it was like the other two men didn't even exist.

When they finally broke the kiss, Vanessa’s mouth went straight back down to her husband's heavy, swollen balls. She took them into her mouth one at a time, sucking gently, resisting the urge to rush. She took her time, savoring the thick streams of pre-cum leaking from his shaft. She moaned into his skin, enjoying the relentless thrusting of the co-pilot's fingers deep inside her and the slick friction of the captain's cock in her hand.

As the co-pilot's fingers moved faster, establishing a brutal, rapid tempo, Vanessa’s hands mirrored the urgency. She stroked the Captain faster and bobbed her head harder on Jayden’s cock. Jayden had never felt a blowjob this incredible. His back arched, his head fell back. He brought both hands down to her hair, gripping it tightly to help guide her rhythm, absolutely mesmerized by the view of his wife in sheer ecstasy. He could tell the co-pilot was pushing her to the edge—he recognized the frantic flutter of her hips, desperately chasing the orgasm.

He felt the strokes on the captain's cock become frantic. Jayden's eyes fluttered shut, his head tilted all the way back.

Suddenly, he heard the sharp sound of tearing fabric.

His eyes snapped open. The Captain had just violently ripped Vanessa’s sheer blouse open. Buttons flew across the cockpit, pinging off the control panels. The shredded shirt hung off her shoulders, leaving the pink sheer bra entirely exposed. Those beautiful, dark areolas and rock-hard nipples fought against the delicate lace. Her perfect breasts swayed heavily with her frantic movements, leaving all three men in absolute awe of the filthy beauty in front of them.

The aggression pushed Vanessa right over the edge. She loved being taken roughly. It made her feel desired, like she drove men to the point of complete madness. She bucked her hips wildly against the co-pilot's hand, accelerating her strokes on the captain. Jayden knew he wouldn’t last long at this pace. He grabbed her head with both hands, holding her firmly in place as he thrust deep into her throat. He wanted to hold back, but in a sudden surge of primitive ecstasy, Jayden reached down and ripped her bra right down the middle, leaving her breasts completely bare, swinging freely as she rocked against the co-pilot's hand.

Vanessa let out an earth-shattering scream. “OHHH FUCCCKKKK…… AAAHH!”

Her entire body started convulsing violently. Her head tilted back, her back arched like a bow, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her mouth remained locked around Jayden’s throbbing cock as she came.

With three rapid, desperate thrusts, the captain came. Jayden held her head tight against his groin, feeling the vibrations of her screams rattling against his shaft and balls. Vanessa’s pussy clamped down hard, her juices violently gushing all over the co-pilot's hand.

The captain's cock trembled violently in her fist. His head snapped back as Vanessa ruthlessly milked him, aiming his cock directly at her beautiful, bare tits. He shot thick, hot ropes of cum all over her, painting her brown skin stark white. It splattered across her chest, pooling between her cleavage and dripping heavily from her hard nipples all the way down to her navel.

The sight of his wife covered in another man's cum broke Jayden's final shred of sanity.

He grabbed Vanessa by her messy hair and hauled her up to her feet, crashing his mouth into hers. He kissed her fiercely, animalistic and totally out of control. Two animals high on lust, completely obsessed with each other. Vanessa frantically pulled Jayden’s t-shirt over his head, shoving his jeans and boxers all the way down to his ankles. Jayden ripped the remaining shreds of her uniform away from her shoulders, pressing his strong, bare chest directly against hers, smearing the captain's hot cum between their bodies.

Jayden lifted her leg, hooking his fingers into her crotchless panties, and tore them off. He yanked her skirt up around her waist, completely exposing her bare, dripping pussy and wet ass to the other two men—a raw, aggressive display reminding them exactly where they would never be allowed to put their cocks.

He stared at her juicy, round ass.

Smack.

Jayden brought his hand down hard. She gasped as the sting radiated through her cheek, causing a fresh wave of wetness to flood between her legs. He spanked her again, this time leaving his hand there to fiercely squeeze the reddened flesh. He grabbed her hips, running his hands down the back of her thighs, and hoisted her leg up higher.

He guided his slick cock to the swollen entrance of her pussy, locking eyes with her.

“Are you ready?” he growled.

Before she could even gasp a reply, he drove his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal, singular thrust. He went so deep it felt like he was rearranging her insides. He pulled back and slammed into her again—slow, deliberate, punishingly deep strokes. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and waist, pulling his sweat-slicked body flush against hers. He spanked her bare ass one second and squeezed her cum-covered breasts the next, pinning her against the closed cockpit door. He gave her long, meaningful thrusts, making sure she felt every inch of his desire.

Vanessa’s hips rolled back to meet him, matching his aggressive rhythm. She moaned as his heavy balls slapped against her thighs, the rough friction of his pubic hair grinding perfectly against her swollen clit.

Jayden reached down, gripping both of her ass cheeks, and lifted her completely off the floor. Her legs wrapped around his waist, hanging in the air as his strong hands firmly anchored her heavy ass. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, biting and kissing her skin as he started to literally bounce her on his cock. He lifted her up and dropped her down. Once. Twice. Three times.

Their breathing turned into ragged, desperate pants. The cockpit was filled with the wet, slapping sounds of skin on skin and loud, unfiltered screams of pleasure. They had lost all inhibitions. It was sheer, primal ecstasy.

“I’m going to cum,” Jayden grunted, his voice tight.

“Inside me,” Vanessa begged, digging her nails into his broad shoulders. “Deep. I’m begging you.”

“Beg for my cum, Vanessa,” he ordered. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“I want you deeper! Harder!” she cried out. “I want your thick, creamy load inside me!”

With that, Jayden started dropping her harder and faster, bouncing her like a ragdoll on his thick shaft. Their breathing matched in perfect, desperate rhythm.

And then they both felt the absolute point of no return.

He felt her pussy walls violently clamp down, strangling his shaft, choking it as she gushed wetness around him. She felt the agonizing pressure build in his tip, the throbbing pulse telling her he was right on the edge.

With one massive lift and a brutally fast drop, Jayden brought Vanessa crashing down onto his cock for the final time. He bottomed out deep inside her and immediately exploded. Shot after shot of boiling hot cum erupted straight into her womb. She felt the release hit deep inside her, the violent pulsating of his cock triggering her own explosive climax. Her pussy tightened into a vice, milking every single drop of cum out of him, her body shaking as juices flooded down his cock and over both of their thighs.

Jayden sank his teeth into her neck, his hands squeezing her ass, leaving bruises as they both climaxed together.

Uncontrollable panting, groans, and filthy screams filled the small cockpit.

“Oh, fuck…” “Yessss… yesss…” “Oh my god…” “Fuckkkkkkk…”

They rode the high until they were both completely emptied, entirely drained of energy and fluids. Jayden slowly let her slide down his muscular body until they crashed into a messy, exhausted pile on the cockpit floor. Their bodies were completely slick with sweat, arousal, and cum. They lay there panting, hearts hammering against each other, both already wondering what the hell they were going to get up to when they finally made it home.