PUBLIC AIRPLANE Handjob and Blowjob [Airplane]

Above me, the overhead bins clicked shut, sealing us into the grimy secrecy of the airplane cabin. Her body language shifted, becoming a silent but explicit invitation. She leaned down, her tits brushing against my shoulder, her mouth close to my ear. “I’ve been watching you,” she whispered, her breath hot and sticky. “I know you’ve been thinking about it too.” Her hand snaked down, fingers digging into my thigh, inching closer to my crotch. The engine’s hum filled the silence as she unzipped my pants, freeing my stiff cock. Her hand wrapped around it, a tight, warm grip that made me suck in a breath. She began to stroke, her movements deliberate and slow, her thumb circling the sensitive tip, spreading the pre-cum that had already started to leak. I could feel the tension building, my hips thrusting slightly to meet her rhythm. The airplane’s vibration added an extra layer of sensation, the rumble echoing through my body as she leaned down, her tongue tracing the veins of my cock before taking me deep into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, her lips sucking hard, her tongue swirling around the shaft. The suction was intense, her mouth wet and sloppy, the sounds of her blowjob filling the cabin. I could feel the pressure building, my balls tightening as she increased the pace, her hand and mouth working in tandem. The risk of getting caught, the dirtiness of the act, it all heightened the sensation, pushing me closer to the edge. Her eyes met mine, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she took me deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate my length. The feeling of her throat muscles constricting around my cock was too much. With a final thrust, I came hard, my cum shooting down her throat. She swallowed every drop, her mouth never leaving my cock until she had milked me dry. As she pulled away, her lips glistened with a mix of her saliva and my cum, a filthy sight that only served to make me harder again.