Amazing Dante Colle Airplane Masturbation [Airplane]

In the grimy confines of an airplane bathroom, Dante’s reflection glares back at him, eyes wild with a mix of boredom and lust. His cock, already rock hard, strains against his pants as he flicks his phone open, browsing through a gallery of nasty pics. The engine’s hum is a dull roar, but it’s the wet sounds of his spit-slicked hand working his shaft that dominate his senses. He leans against the thin door, gritting his teeth as he imagines some filthy slut on her knees, gagging on his dick. His fist tightens, jerking faster, the head of his cock swelling with each rough stroke. The small space fills with the stench of his arousal, a raw, animal scent that makes his balls tingle and tighten. He can feel the cum boiling in his nuts, ready to explode.

The plane hits a patch of turbulence, but Dante doesn’t give a fuck. He’s too lost in the rhythm of his hand, the sweat dripping down his forehead, and the dirty thoughts racing through his mind. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he pumps his cock, the veins popping out, the skin stretching taut. He’s close, so close, and he wants to feel that sweet release, to watch his cum spurt out in thick ropes, coating the grimy airplane floor. With a final, brutal stroke, he grunts, his body convulsing as hot jizz shoots out, splattering against the wall. His knees buckle slightly, but he catches himself, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face as he looks at the mess he’s made.