I fucked a horny stranger from the next seat on the plane and had so much fun

Mid-flight, the overhead lights dimmed, casting everyone in a moody glow. I turned to the woman next to me, her dress hiked up to reveal thighs slick with sweat. She caught my eye, smirking as she shifted, the fabric riding higher, offering a glimpse of her cunt. No panties. I leaned in, whispering, “You’re fucking soaked.” She bit her lip, nodding. I didn’t waste time, my hand snaking over, fingers parting her lips, rubbing her clit. She let out a soft moan, arching into my touch. I slipped a finger inside, then another, fucking her slow and deep. She was tight, wet, and hungry. I could feel her pulse around my fingers. Her breath hitched as I added a third, stretching her, prepping her for what was to come. She reached over, unzipping my pants, freeing my cock. She stroked me, her grip firm, her touch electric. I pulled my fingers out, sucking them clean, tasting her. She watched, lust in her eyes. I grabbed her hip, pulling her onto me, impaling her on my cock. She gasped, her eyes rolling back. I started to move, slow thrusts, building speed, pounding into her. The plane’s engine hummed, drowning out her moans, but I could feel her, her body trembling, her cunt clenching around me. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her throat. I bit down, marking her, claiming her. She came undone, her body convulsing, her cunt milking my cock. I followed, filling her with my cum, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.