Jerking Off & Handsfree Cum in the airplane will amaze you dick

The flight was bumpy, but not as much as the dirty thoughts churning in my head. I was crammed into the tiny airplane bathroom, the smell of plastic and cheap cleaner filling my nostrils. My cock was already throbbing, aching to be freed. I unzipped my jeans, pulling out my stiff dick, already dripping with precum. I spat on my hand, coating my shaft with a slick mix of saliva. The sound of the engine hummed outside, a dull roar that only amplified the filthiness unfolding. I gripped my dick tightly, jerking off hard, my hand sliding up and down my shaft. The pleasure was intense, my balls tightening as I stroked myself faster. The airplane’s vibrations added an extra layer of sensation, making my cock twitch and throb. I leaned against the cold metal wall, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The tension built, my body tensing as I edged closer to the brink. Suddenly, I felt it—a powerful surge of pleasure that ripped through me. My cock pulsed, shooting thick ropes of cum onto the airplane floor. It was messy, raw, and utterly satisfying.

Every spurt felt like a release, a dirty, handsfree orgasm that left me panting and spent. The cum pooled on the floor, a filthy testament to my airplane fuckery. I looked down at my cum-soaked dick, a smirk playing on my lips. This was what the mile-high club was all about—raw, unfiltered, and utterly depraved. I cleaned up as best as I could, zipping up my jeans and stepping out of the tiny bathroom. The flight attendant gave me a curious look, but I just smiled, knowing the secret filth I’d left behind in that cramped space. The rest of the flight was a blur, my mind replaying the dirty scene over and over. The airplane’s hum was a lullaby to my satisfied dick, a reminder of the raw pleasure I’d found at 30,000 feet.