My old viral video on the plane went incredibly popular , NOW censored [Airplane]

I’m buckled in, seatbelt tight, glassy eyes staring into the distance as I feel the rumble of the engine through my spine. The plane’s vibration is nothing compared to the throbbing in my cunt, which is slick with anticipation. I’m playing with the zipper on my pants, the metal teeth clicking as I tug it down, inch by inch, revealing the lace trim of my thong. My fingers trace the edge, dipping inside to stroke my swollen clit. I’m dripping, the wetness seeping through the fabric, making it translucent. I can see the shadow of my pussy lips, puffy and ready. The man in the seat next to me shifts, his eyes glued to my hand, his breath coming in short gasps. I lean over, my lips brushing his ear as I whisper, “Want to see more?” His nod is almost imperceptible, but it’s enough. I slide my hand deeper, my fingers disappearing into my cunt, fucking myself slowly, deliberately. The plane’s movement adds a rhythmic sway to my actions, each bump and dip echoing in my pussy. I can feel the orgasm building, my muscles tensing, my breath hitching. I turn to him, my eyes locking onto his, and I come hard, my body convulsing, my juices squirting onto the seat. The plane’s hum drowns out his groan, but I see the bulge in his pants, the strain of his zipper. I smile, satisfied, as I zip up, leaving him wanting more.

I’m at 30,000 feet, miles above the clouds, but my mind is in the gutter, my body on fire. The seatbelt sign is off, but I’m still strapped in, my hand down my pants, fingers deep in my cunt. I’m fucking myself, hard and fast, the sound of my wet pussy filling the cabin. The flight attendant walks by, her eyes widening as she sees me, but she doesn’t stop. I can see her reflection in the window, her hand slipping into her uniform, mirroring my actions. The man next to me is rock hard, his cock straining against his pants. I reach over, my hand wrapping around his shaft, feeling the heat, the pulsating need. He groans, his hips bucking as I stroke him, my fingers slick with my juices. I can feel his orgasm building, his body tensing. I lean over, my lips brushing his ear as I whisper, “Come for me.” And he does, his hot cum spilling onto my hand, the smell of his release filling the air. I bring my fingers to my mouth, tasting him, my eyes never leaving his. The plane dips, the movement sending a wave of pleasure through my body, my orgasm crashing over me like a storm. I’m left breathless, my body slick with sweat, my pussy throbbing with satisfaction.