Turbulence
When the plane is rocking...
The plane cruised, clouds scudding lazily below. The stewardess had just given us our meals. The man next to me gave me the eye. We both knew. I reached over and pulled out his cock. He groaned as I stroked him, precum covering my palm. I leaned down, mouth open, eager to taste. I accidentally bumped the controls with my elbow. The plane lurched. I sighed, flicking on the intercom. “Good morning, this is your co-pilot. I...