Turbulence ahead: Anal action in the air gets wild

At 30,000 feet, the engines drone on, a monotonous lullaby for the fuckery about to unfold. I’m crouched behind her, my hands gripping her hips, her ass high in the air, skirt hiked up to her waist. A business trip gone wild, her blouse unbuttoned, bra shoved up, tits dangling freely. I slather lube over her tight little asshole, my cock throbbing, ready to plow this shit. I tease her with the tip, feeling her tense, then relax as I ease in, inch by inch. Her moans are muffled by the seat cushion she’s biting down on. The plane hits a patch of turbulence, jostling us, but I don’t stop. I fuck her ass harder, the plane’s vibrations adding to the chaos. Her screams turn into guttural cries as I pound into her, my balls slapping against her skin.

The flight attendant passes by, glance flicking over us, a smirk on her face. She knows what’s going on, can hear the wet slapping of flesh against flesh, the grunts and moans echoing through the cabin. The stewardess winks, then keeps moving, leaving us to our dirty deed. I grip her hair, yanking her head back, making her arch deeper. My cock swells, ready to explode. I grunt, thrusting deeper, harder, until I unleash a torrent of cum deep into her ass. She collapses forward, breath ragged, ass still quivering from the impact. The plane steadies, but the storm inside us rages on, unchecked and wild.