Page 223 of S is for SEX

As the plane flew over the desert, I continued to suck and lick her clit until she pressed her hands into the back of my head and began to buck her hips against my face. My tongue now buried deep inside of her, I held it in place and used my upper lip to stimulate her clit.

“Oh…fuck…” she bellowed as she reached climax.

Her legs shook as she released her grasp on my head. After a series of short choppy breaths, she exhaled and lowered her butt onto the seat of the recliner. I raised my head and shifted my eyes to meet hers.

With wide eyes and a huge smile, she raised her hands to her head and scratched her scalp frantically. “Holy fuck,” she said.

I motioned toward the edge of the seat. “Get up,” I said. “And bend over this seat.”

She stood from the recliner and turned around. I reached for the lever on the side of the recliner, pulled it, and swiveled the seat to face the window.

“There,” I said as I motioned toward the seat.

“Only gotta tell me once,” she said as she bent over the foot of the recliner and placed her hands on the arms.

As she arched her back and hiked her ass high in the air, I guided the tip of my cock into the warm wet folds of her pussy and held it there. I glanced down, fixed my eyes on her cute little butt, and cleared my throat.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she responded over her shoulder.

I shoved myself inside of her in one violent thrust, almost causing her to collapse into the seat of the recliner. The force caused her to exhale a deep grunt, and before she had time to recover, I pulled my hips back and did it again, this time with slightly more force.

“This is for believing her,” I said. “Consider it punishment.”

I reached down, grabbed her waist in my hands, and began to fuck her with every ounce of my being. With my hips slapping against her ass, and my fingertips digging into her torso, I pounded my rigid cock in and out of her wet pussy for several long minutes. The combination of being filled with the excitement of our having become reunited, the fact we were in an airplane, and her sheer undeniable beauty quickly became too much for me to contain.

I shifted my eyes toward the window, peered through it, and realized we were flying over the Rocky Mountains. In a matter of an hour, we’d be home, where we certainly belonged.

As far as I was concerned, there was no better place for me to reach climax.

I released her waist, continued to shove her full of my thick shaft, and slapped my hand against her ass.

“Oh fuck. Yes!” she shouted.

I continued to slap her ass with each stroke, grinning the entire time. With each slap, she let out a cry of pleasure. The slaps eventually proved to be as effective as torturing her nipples, and eventually I felt her begin to contract around my throbbing cock.

I arched my back and groaned in pleasure as I felt cum spurt from the tip of my dick. At the same time, she buried her head into the recliner and groaned. In a matter of seconds, we both collapsed into the recliner, clearly exhausted from the three day ordeal.

“This thing is covered in cum,” she said as she tilted her head toward her waist.

I shrugged my shoulders. “They’ll clean it.”

She her eyes shifted toward the window. “Did you see those mountains? That was awesome. When we were flying over ‘em, I came so hard…”

“I sure did, and I came at the same time,” I said.

“I fucking love you,” she said. “And I’m so sorry for doubting you.”

“I love you, Stevie. And you’re forgiven,” I responded.

“I wish this fucker had music,” she said.

“It does,” I said.

She sat up in the seat and narrowed her eyes. “Seriously?”

I nodded my head. “It has wi-fi, and the same system I have in the house, why?”

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