Public games in Plane turn me on and I masturbate on the flight like there is no tomorrow [Airplane]

The cabin lights dimmed, the drone of the engines lulled me into a state of primal hunger. I slid my hand up my thigh, under the cheap airline skirt, feeling the wetness soaking through my panties. The guy in the seat next to me was engrossed in his laptop, oblivious to the filthy games unfolding beside him. I pulled my phone out, angled it just right to capture the glistening cunt peeking out from under my skirt. I snapped a pic, sent it to my kinky crew with a dirty caption: “Mid-flight fuck fest about to commence.”

I leaned back, spread my legs wider, and let my fingers dance over my clit. The vibration of the plane engine hummed through my body, amplifying every touch. I slipped a finger inside, then another, fucking myself slow and deep. The guy next to me shifted, his eyes flicking to my spread thighs. I caught his gaze, held it, as I pulled my fingers out, slick and shiny. I sucked them clean, moaning softly, watching his cock strain against his pants. I knew he wanted to join, but this was my show. I pulled down my skirt, stood up, and sauntered to the bathroom, leaving him hard and wanting. The small space was cramped, but perfect for what I had in mind. I hiked up my skirt, braced myself against the sink, and rubbed my clit furiously. The plane hit a patch of turbulence, jolting my body, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I came hard, biting my lip to stifle my screams, my juices dripping down my thighs. I emerged from the bathroom, flush-faced and satisfied, leaving a trail of filth and desire in my wake.