Anal sex with the stewardess during the flight will make you cum like crazy

The cabin lights dimmed, the hum of the engines a steady lullaby as I, the stewardess, sauntered down the aisle, my pink uniform hugging every curve, my tits bouncing with each step. I felt his eyes on me, the businessman in seat 32B, his cock already hardening as I approached. I leaned over, my blouse gaping to give him a peek at my lacy bra, and whispered, “Need anything else, sir?” His hand shot out, grabbing my thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh. I smirked, straddling him, my pussy pressing against his bulge. “You’re playing with fire, sweetheart,” I purred, grinding down, feeling him grow harder. I reached back, pulling up my skirt, exposing my bare ass, and rubbed his cock against my slick cunt. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips. I stood up, turning around, and backed my ass up to his face. “Smell that, darling? That’s what you do to me.” I bent over, presenting my asshole, and felt his tongue trace the tight ring. “Mmm, that’s it,” I moaned, pushing back against him. I straightened up, reaching behind to guide his cock to my ass. “Ready for takeoff, big boy?” I impaled myself, inch by inch, his grunt of pleasure filling the cabin. I rode him hard, my tits bouncing, my moans echoing, the plane’s engines drowning out our filthy symphony. His hands slapped my ass, leaving red marks, as I fucked him deeper, faster, chasing my release. I felt his cock twitch, his body tensing, and I reached down, rubbing my clit, sending myself over the edge. His hot cum filled my ass as I milked him, every last drop, collapsing forward, spent and satisfied.