Public squirting in an airplane bathroom INSANE!!

At 35,000 feet, the air was stale and the engine’s hum was a dull roar, but the tight confines of the airplane bathroom were about to get a whole lot dirtier. She was bent over the cramped toilet, tits dangling, her breath a hot fog on the grimy mirror. The guy behind her, some faceless stranger with a cocky smirk, had his cock hard and ready, slick with lube. He didn’t waste time on pleasantries, just shoved his dick inside her wet pussy, hard and deep. She grunted, her body jerking forward with the force of his thrust. He gripped her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh, and started pounding her ruthlessly. The plane’s slight turbulence only added to the chaos, her body swaying with each violent thrust. She could feel every inch of his cock, stretching her, filling her completely. His balls slapped against her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She looked at herself in the mirror, eyes wild, mouth open in a silent scream. She was a mess, makeup smudged, hair disheveled, but she’d never felt more alive. The plane’s intercom crackled to life, the pilot’s voice a distant murmur. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing. The guy behind her grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic. She reached between her legs, rubbing her clit furiously. Suddenly, she exploded, her body convulsing as she squirted, her juices spraying onto the bathroom floor. The guy behind her roared, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot cum. She collapsed onto the toilet, breathing heavily, a filthy, satisfied smile on her face.

Airplane bathrooms are notoriously small, but they didn’t stay that way for long. The guy behind her pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. She turned around, her back against the sink, and looked at him. He was a mess too, hair sweaty, shirt rumpled. She smiled, a dirty, knowing smile. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his cock, already hardening again. She could feel the passenger’s eyes when he opened the door, but she didn’t care. She was in her own world, a world of filth and pleasure. She started to stroke him, her hand moving up and down his shaft. He leaned against the door, his body blocking anyone from entering. She could feel his cock twitching in her hand, ready for another round. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust. She was ready for more. She dropped to her knees, her mouth open, ready to take him in. She could hear the faint murmurs of the passengers outside, but all she could focus on was the cock in front of her. She took him deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft. He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. She could feel his cock hitting the back of her throat, but she didn’t stop. She started to gag, her body convulsing as she took him deeper. She could feel her pussy dripping, her body aching for more. She reached between her legs, her fingers rubbing her clit. She was so close, her body trembling on the edge. She looked up at him, her eyes watering, her mouth filled with his cock. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing. Suddenly, she exploded, her body convulsing as she squirted, her juices spraying onto the bathroom floor. He roared, his cock pulsing as he filled her mouth with his hot cum. She swallowed, her body shaking with pleasure. She looked up at him, a filthy, satisfied smile on her face. She was ready for more. The door handle rattled, someone trying to get in. She just smiled, her hand still wrapped around his cock, ready for round three.