- you scream humbly to your Boss. - And I will be even better if you order!

The lash responds to the pain of pleasure in the breast nipples, captures and compresses the luxurious hemispheres.

(Oh, sweetly faint ...)

And the elastic phallus, meanwhile, everything revolves in your ass ...

(... the rumbling of the engine in the back, the biting blows in the front ...)

- I myself a helicopter! - the aeronaut crucified and stretched between the pillars happily shouts.

- Come on, stewardess! - I command with the next whip strike. “You are an obedient girl, and you know that you can’t stop without the master’s permission.”

And you just waited for this order. And flashing a sheaf of heavenly colors.

- Ma-a-a-ike, my mike! After all, you are allowed!

Not only allowed, but also ordered, mind you. And the commander of the crew for subordinates is the king and god when you are in the sky. But that's not all, my girl. Far, oh, not all. Why not hear voluptuous moans, by the way?

- I publish them, my Lord, here, hear? And I fight, I fight on your "chopping wall"!

And now - the final touch of our pre-flight preparation. The whip flies to the floor, on the nipples of Jenny hang now clothespins with weights-bells

- This thin crystal chime against the background of the uniform humming of the helicopter motor from behind - it literally strips me with a wave of bliss ...

And now the swollen head of my penis is approaching the pussy that is painfully bored from being incomplete and unclaimed. You've been waiting for this?

- Yes, Mike, please. Have mercy and mercy, I beg you!

Last control from the control tower:

“Are you open and ready, my helicopter pilot?”

- Yes, yes, oh yeah!

Finally finally finally. The commander's steering wheel, he is the end, plunges into your depths. Rude, harsh, impatient. By screws!

Jenny shudders at the long awaited moment of separation. From the runway, from the soil, from reality ... She is sweet and anxious at this delightful moment of takeoff to the upcoming peaks.

- Otolbi me, fuck in both screws, my Teacher and the chief pilot! You see and hear how I surrender to this air flow.

«Feel all now!“- ordered Mike.

And Jenny felt: crucified and chained to the wall, her wrists and ankles were happy with a sweet captivity. Mouth and throat remember the feeling of the Lord's fucking; its taste, hardness and volume. The amulet on the navel pulsates and makes all sensations sharper and clearer - such is its magic. And on the feet of the celestial flyers - shoes that so excite and delight the Boss. In the ass know yourself making circles artificial member. The nipples are clamped with clothespins and jingle in time with the movements - whether Jenny herself, who has her measuredly in Mike's pussy, or even according to the rotation of the blades of a virtual helicopter in our aviatorsha's long-suffering ass, such as Carlson, rests on her roof.

- My captain, I do not stop shaking! Compress and unclench ...

Jane is stretched between the pillars, she is stretched both from above and below, she herself is stretched, like a bowstring, ready to burst every moment ... And my insatiable dick tirelessly bangs the little “stewardess named Jenny” who was shaking in violent orgasms such a song hee hee!

- I fuck you in all holes, my little slut. And you like this one. But you only dream about one thing.

- Spa ... thanks, mentor!

- What about oh? It's too early ... You did not say the most important words

- I love you, my lord! I love the way you fuck me! I am glad to serve your pleasure and thank you for teaching me! For taking me with you to the sky!

Again, twenty-five, even count on the head teshi!

- I'm waiting, salaga! Ask me to finish - how much more to teach you, damn it!

- Oh, sorry, Master. Please, beg, catapult me!

Well, finally.It would be so long! I am planting my dick in this hospitable and wonderfully designed pisz at full depth with a powerful blow ...

- Mike, my favorite!

... and down the stormy fountain of hot sperm, finding the long-awaited discharge.

- Aaaa! Damn! Enchantress! How am I well-oh!

And Jenny is also shaken by a cascade wave, orgasm after orgasm.

- Yes, my treasure, yes! I am yours, your problyadushka!

Here, here is your Mike screaming from the pleasure of one hundred and twenty decibels, like a jet airliner taking off. Well gone, however!

- My propeller, majestic and restless!

Again, again and again I plant in the violently shuddering feminine depths. Finishing time after time (here is an infection!), again and again I descend, singing you with my seed.

- And it overwhelms me with admiration!

But it seems that the landing strip is already ahead. Wheels touch asphalt. I gently and gently release you from the whole ammunition. Then I put on my feet, helping to put on the form of a flight attendant ... And gently kiss on the lips. I like to hug you by the shoulders in this uniform jacket, my girl - after such a successful landing ..

- Thank you for your flight, Mentor!

- Well, on it also we will finish, darling. Flight from over. See you at our airport.