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Airbus A380 peacefully rested after a twelve-hour flight. Rested ...

Dmitry looked at his watch. Half past five. It is time to appear already. But Roman was late for a good half hour. Had a phone call.

- Yes. Well, where are you? At three hundred and eightieth? Wow! Well this is someone you licked ... Okay, okay. I'm on my way.

Having disconnected from the conversation, the co-pilot of one of the main airlines of the country ran to the largest hangar, where the A380 actually stood, waiting for a technical inspection. Climbing the ladder, Dima stepped onto the deck of debauchery.

There was music in the giant plane. Having sent to the business class salon, Dmitry sighed heavily. Again he will feel disgusting tomorrow. The member will itch and burn, the back will whine, the head will hurt. In general, everything is as usual.

- Oh, finally! Where did you go? - the second pilot of the same airline immediately asked the incoming Dmitry.

- I, therefore, am standing near a three-seven and waiting for you for half an hour, and you are having fun here! And tell?

- So I wrote, - Roman smiled apologetically. - Simply, I did not finish ...

In the cabin sounded trendy club track. In addition to Roman, who was lounging in one of the passenger seats, the chief engineer of the airport Yevgeny, the flight engineer of this temporarily leased aircraft for air transport Konstantin, two captains Alexander and Mikhail, and the steward Kirill were present.

- Hi Dimon, - Alexander greeted the second pilot. - Only you it, not like last time. Okay?

- What was the last time? - With interest asked Cyril, who last time was not present.

“So it’s not enough that all four of them were fucked up, he also almost crawled over to Zhenka,” answered Mikhail, referring to the older technician.

- Come on! - burst out laughing from the flight engineer. - Che, right?

- Very funny! - Dima innocently lowered his eyes. - Just loving me ...

- He is loving ... - Eugene snapped. - So, Kostyan, where are the girls?

- Are they at least not terrible, these Turks? - Cyril decided to clarify.

“These are Arab women, a village,” Kostya laughed. - Believe me, the knots are just bombs! The best, you can say in the company. I am now.

And the flight engineer went to the second deck, where, in fact, were the ladies of the evening. Five minutes later he returned to his friends and solemnly said:

- So, gentlemen! Please love and respect! True, they don't understand Russian in their figs, but in our business, this is not the main thing! Girls, pliz velkam!

Soft pinkish-purple lights looked beautiful in the business class cabin. A kind of cozy twilight. All present attentively looked at the curtains, because of which the girls had to go out.

Kostya politely stepped aside and pulled back the curtain.

- The people are ready for debauchery!

One after another, seven cabin attendants entered the cabin. Six of them were dressed in black underwear with stockings and corbels, but on the seventh, as it turned out, the older stewardess was all white. High studs adorned on the legs of each of the weaker sex, and on their heads sat the caps of the most recognizable Emirati Airlines. The girls, smiling sweetly, became a semicircle, giving way to a center in the center of the senior stewardess.

The music thundered, the men whistled, shouted something. The girls were not just bombs, but ballistic, their mother, rockets!

Dmitri stood in wide daze, his eyes wide. Somehow immediately with his eyes met the eyes of the elder. Her white lingerie in such a highlight cast a poisonous pink shade, and on the dark skin looked just divine.

And while the men, as at a sale, snapped up the young ladies of Arab origin, the eldest separated from the crowd, slowly and gracefully, like a cat, moved towards Dmitri. Dima came to his senses and came to his senses. So, what are you confused as a freshman on the simulator. Come on, take it, and show who dominates heaven and earth ...

Began a real orgy. Pretty woman already without a bra straddled the older technician, allowing him to greedily fall to her breasts.Roma licked a little off with a second passion, firmly grabbing her ass, covered with black slips. Airlines know a lot about recruitment, that's for sure.

In the meantime, both FACs are already full of the spikes of their girlfriends. Well, this is not surprising. Pilots have every second counts.

Kirill, having successfully lashed the tallest stewardess into his arms, put her legs apart, and pushing her panties aside, fell down to a slit, exuding moisture of desire and passion. At the same time, Konstantin did the same with him, with the only difference being that he had the tiniest girl.

- Hello, - coming up to Dmitry, the senior stewardess greeted her.

- Hello. And the type that now licks out, uh-uh, gives pleasure to your girlfriend, said that you do not understand Russian.

The girl's hands clutched at the belt buckle.

- This is true. I am an exception - the stewardess knelt down. - You dont mind?

The member got out, and like an arrow, shot up.

- Mmm, great ... Married?

- Who? And I? Yes. All pilots are married. On aviation ... oh-oh, yes, like this ...

A Russian-speaking young lady gently wrapped an organ around her fingers and licked her head around the base and took it in her mouth. With a little sucking, she began to do something that no woman had ever done to Dmitry. Blowjob with claps. Pulling off the cheek with the head, the beauty in snow-white lingerie abruptly let the penis out of her mouth, creating peculiar claps. It was unbearable.

Music faded into the background. Everywhere there were moans, shouts, screams, screams. Someone spoke Arabic, someone, in the person of a senior technician, was cursing the familiar Russian. Dima with misty eyes looked around. The girls, set up with cancer, were moaning to the left; Kerya himself, clutching the stiletto heels with both hands, frantically pounded the poor thing.

The eldest stewardess, stretching a member from her mouth, turned to Dmitry:

- Do you like? Want more? Just do not finish in the mouth. Good?

The co-pilot gratefully looked down on the kneeling girl.

- I'll take it, be sure.

Slyly looking at her lover, the girl said:

- Oh, those Russians ... Well, we'll see.

With these words, she slowly but surely plunged the entire organ to its very foundation. Dima gasped, and when the girl bit her trunk a little and slowly began to put it out, he closed his eyes, grabbed the flight attendant's hair with both hands, and finished the blowjob in the throat. It was the first time when he was so quickly brought to orgasm with one mouth. A little breath from coughing, the girl rose to her feet with a clear disappointment in her eyes. Dima hugged her waist and drew her to him.

- Give me five minutes - and you will see what I can do.

- Again? Oh, those Russians ...