Horny Halloween – Flight Attendant Is Having Sex with The Pilot In First Class – Penelope Plush

Penelope strolled down the aisle, the skanky little Halloween costume a tight fit on her shapely ass. She’d chosen a slutty leather pilot outfit, black micro shorts stretching over her meaty thighs, fishnet stockings clinging to every curve. She knew the pilot had been eye-fucking her all flight. Now, with the cabin lights dimmed, she was ready to let him get his hands on her ripe tits. She could feel his stare, his dirty fucking mind imagining her naked, bent over the cockpit controls. She smiled at the thought, her cunt already wet and aching.

Over the intercom, she heard his gruff voice, “Penelope, please join me in first class.” She sauntered back, her heels clicking on the floor, her tits bouncing in her tight top. He was waiting, his cock already hard, tenting his pants. She dropped to her knees, unzipped him, and pulled out his thick, throbbing shaft. She licked her lips, looking up at him with fake innocence. “Captain,” she purred, “looks like someone’s ready for takeoff.” She gripped his base, her fingers not quite meeting, and took his head into her mouth, sucking hard, her tongue swirling around his sensitive tip. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper, her hand working in tandem, her spit coating his shaft. He groaned, his hands fisting her hair, guiding her movements. She gagged slightly, tears streaming down her face, but she didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. She wanted his hot, salty cum down her throat, wanted to taste his fucking lust. She felt his body tense, his cock pulsing, and she redoubled her efforts, sucking him harder, faster. He roared, his cum shooting down her throat, filling her mouth. She swallowed every drop, her hand still stroking his softening cock, milking him dry. She looked up at him, her lips swollen, her chin glistening with his cum. “Happy Halloween, Captain,” she said, a wicked grin on her face. She stood up, leaving him spent and panting, and walked away, her hips swaying, her fishnet stockings rustling. She knew she’d be back for more, knew he’d be ready for her again. The night was young, and she was far from done fucking him.