I’m in a 8hr flight, what do I do? Touch my swee tight pussy and play in the airplane [Airplane]

In the sterile glow of the airplane cabin, I’m crammed into a seat that’s way too small, the hum of the engines a dull roar in my ears. Eight fucking hours of this shit, and my pussy is already throbbing with boredom and need. I glance around, seeing nothing but the backs of heads and the dull glow of screens. No one’s paying attention, so I let my hand wander, slipping under the elastic of my sweatpants. My fingers dip into my slick cunt, and I bite back a moan as I start to rub my clit, the sensation electric. I lean back, eyes closed, pretending it’s a stranger’s hand down there, forcing me to finger myself on this goddamn flight. The airplane’s steady drone becomes a dirty soundtrack as I fuck myself harder, my hips bucking slightly, lost in the filthy rhythm.

I can feel the heat rising in my body, the sweat beading on my forehead as I finger-fuck myself deeper. My breaths come in short gasps, the need to scream out my pleasure building. I shove two fingers into my pussy, the wet sound obscene even to my own ears. My other hand grips the armrest, knuckles white as I imagine it’s someone else’s cock I’m riding. The plane hits a bit of turbulence, and I use it to my advantage, letting my body jolt with the movement, fingers pounding into my cunt with reckless abandon. I can feel the orgasm building, the tension coiling tight in my belly. I’m so close, so fucking close. I glance around one last time, seeing only indifference, and let go. My body convulses silently, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I come undone, fingers dripping with my juices, lost in the dirty bliss of masturbating on an airplane.