Foreplay in the cockpit goes fucking wild!

The cockpit hummed with the steady drone of engines, but all I could focus on was the heat radiating from her thigh as I unzipped her tight skirt, pushing it up to reveal her soaked thong. I could smell her arousal, thick and intoxicating, as I trailed my fingers along the damp fabric, feeling her shiver under my touch. The controls blinked and beeped around us, but my world narrowed down to the sight of her spreading her legs wider, inviting me in. I hooked my fingers into her thong, pulling it aside to expose her glistening pussy. I rubbed her clit, feeling it swell under my fingertip, her hips bucking slightly as she let out a soft moan. I slid a finger inside her, then another, fucking her slowly while she gripped the armrest, her knuckles white. She was dripping wet, her juices coating my hand as I pounded into her harder, the airplane’s altitude seemingly rising with her moans.

Suddenly, she reached over, her hand wrapping around my cock, stroking it firmly. I groaned, the sensation of her touch sending electric shocks through my body. I needed more. I needed to feel her mouth on me. I lifted her up, positioning her so she was straddling my face, her pussy hovering over my mouth. I dove in, my tongue licking and sucking her clit, her hips grinding against my face. She leaned down, taking my cock deep into her throat, gagging slightly as she took me in fully. Her head bobbed up and down, her saliva dripping down my shaft as she sucked me off with fierce intensity. The airplane shuddered slightly, but we were lost in our own turbulent ride, her moans and my grunts filling the cockpit as we fucked wildly, the controls forgotten, the world outside nonexistent.