even think of.
They were practically on top of each other as they got to the bathroom. Jane felt the girlâs little hand pressing the card into her back, and she shivered. They squeezed into the little cubicle, not caring if anyone saw, not knowing what anyoneâs name was, and they all started sliding out of their clothes. Jane put the card with Nicholson and the chesty, bent-over lady against the mirror. The girl hopped up onto the sink, her skirt hiked up and her panties on the floor. Jane saw the tall guy starting to lean towards the girl, but she slid in, feeling his hot cock against her ass and the wetness of the girl. Jane sighed. Sheâd never had a three-way, but this felt so comfortable, so perfect that Jane wasnât nervous at all. She leaned into the girl and whispered, âSomethingâs gotta give.â The girl giggled and wrapped her arms around Jane. Jane licked her ear lobe and fingered her. The tall guy rubbed his head against Janeâs increasingly wet pussy. He slid into her and reached around to play with the dark-haired girlâs nipples. The girl let go of Janeâs back and slid one hand around to the guy and one down to Janeâs ass. In those next few minutes Jane couldâve sworn she felt everything, the soft give of the girlâs breasts and the hot trail of her own tongue sliding across them, the weight in the tall guyâs groin as he pounded her and the bounce of her flesh as she pushed back to collide against him. As they fucked, she remembered that the word âthrustâ has something to do with physics and planes and probably feeling breathless. This was where she needed to go.
Jane closed her eyes and felt warm, eager hands all over her. She smiled and imagined the whole plane in the bathroom, fucking and licking and squeezing. Cocks stiffening and legs parting as they all watched Jack Nicholson look down this cartoon girlâs shirt. The flight attendants laying down for body shots and the pop of the overhead compartments as people pulled out anything they could to help fuck each other. Neckties for hands and feet, camera phones catching positions that people would never again hold. She imagined all this as her breath came out in little bursts between thrusts from this tall guy with his rock hard cock. Jane felt like singing. She felt like they were even sweating together. The three of them would press against each other and the bathroom walls, but even the tight little bathroom didnât seem so bad. It kept the heat and the smells and the sounds in as they all moved back and forth together, the guyâs cock occasionally slipping out, only to get thrust back in deeper, harder.
She felt the thighs of the girl wrap around her and the girlâs calves wrap around the guy and she felt like the guyâs cock slid right through her and deep into the girl, right between Janeâs fingers, pressing them deeper. Jane moaned out her climax and then bit her lip, hoping to not attract the attention of any flight attendants. She leaned in for a deep kiss with the girl, and as she did so, she felt the warm explosion from the guy. They all froze for a second, then slid into breathy laughter. They gave quick glances back and forth as they slid their clothes back on. The guy was built pretty well, and the girl was the kind of cute that you wished you could hold every day of your life. âWasnât he great as the Joker?â the tall guy asked.
Jane looked at the dark-haired girl, and they both laughed. The tall guy was the first to leave, and while Jane and the girl were in the bathroom together, the girl took Janeâs hand, still wet from the girlâs pussy, and she licked Janeâs fingers, then kissed her. Jane felt dizzy. She leaned into the kiss and grabbed the girlâs sweet, full ass. When they stopped, the girl smiled and left. Jane took a moment to catch her breath. She pulled her skirt up and picked the card off the mirror.
They were practically on top of each other as they got to the bathroom. Jane felt the girlâs little hand pressing the card into her back, and she shivered. They squeezed into the little cubicle, not caring if anyone saw, not knowing what anyoneâs name was, and they all started sliding out of their clothes. Jane put the card with Nicholson and the chesty, bent-over lady against the mirror. The girl hopped up onto the sink, her skirt hiked up and her panties on the floor. Jane saw the tall guy starting to lean towards the girl, but she slid in, feeling his hot cock against her ass and the wetness of the girl. Jane sighed. Sheâd never had a three-way, but this felt so comfortable, so perfect that Jane wasnât nervous at all. She leaned into the girl and whispered, âSomethingâs gotta give.â The girl giggled and wrapped her arms around Jane. Jane licked her ear lobe and fingered her. The tall guy rubbed his head against Janeâs increasingly wet pussy. He slid into her and reached around to play with the dark-haired girlâs nipples. The girl let go of Janeâs back and slid one hand around to the guy and one down to Janeâs ass. In those next few minutes Jane couldâve sworn she felt everything, the soft give of the girlâs breasts and the hot trail of her own tongue sliding across them, the weight in the tall guyâs groin as he pounded her and the bounce of her flesh as she pushed back to collide against him. As they fucked, she remembered that the word âthrustâ has something to do with physics and planes and probably feeling breathless. This was where she needed to go.
Jane closed her eyes and felt warm, eager hands all over her. She smiled and imagined the whole plane in the bathroom, fucking and licking and squeezing. Cocks stiffening and legs parting as they all watched Jack Nicholson look down this cartoon girlâs shirt. The flight attendants laying down for body shots and the pop of the overhead compartments as people pulled out anything they could to help fuck each other. Neckties for hands and feet, camera phones catching positions that people would never again hold. She imagined all this as her breath came out in little bursts between thrusts from this tall guy with his rock hard cock. Jane felt like singing. She felt like they were even sweating together. The three of them would press against each other and the bathroom walls, but even the tight little bathroom didnât seem so bad. It kept the heat and the smells and the sounds in as they all moved back and forth together, the guyâs cock occasionally slipping out, only to get thrust back in deeper, harder.
She felt the thighs of the girl wrap around her and the girlâs calves wrap around the guy and she felt like the guyâs cock slid right through her and deep into the girl, right between Janeâs fingers, pressing them deeper. Jane moaned out her climax and then bit her lip, hoping to not attract the attention of any flight attendants. She leaned in for a deep kiss with the girl, and as she did so, she felt the warm explosion from the guy. They all froze for a second, then slid into breathy laughter. They gave quick glances back and forth as they slid their clothes back on. The guy was built pretty well, and the girl was the kind of cute that you wished you could hold every day of your life. âWasnât he great as the Joker?â the tall guy asked.
Jane looked at the dark-haired girl, and they both laughed. The tall guy was the first to leave, and while Jane and the girl were in the bathroom together, the girl took Janeâs hand, still wet from the girlâs pussy, and she licked Janeâs fingers, then kissed her. Jane felt dizzy. She leaned into the kiss and grabbed the girlâs sweet, full ass. When they stopped, the girl smiled and left. Jane took a moment to catch her breath. She pulled her skirt up and picked the card off the mirror.
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