- I do not know what to do. Jane, is it possible to fuck in a dream coming?

- Yes, sir!
...

“It turns out that flying is easy. You just need to push off the edges of the bed.

and in a moment be somewhere near you. "

Luis sepulveda

...

“However, if you are tired ...” - I stretched out with a feeling of disappointment, knowingly anticipating your reaction, - we will postpone the performance for another time.

- Well, I do not! - Hastened to insert you.

I just smiled at the corners of my lips. In my eyes flashed victorious sparkles.

- How would I take you, and what? - Michael thoughtfully asked himself. The fingers slowly drummed on the handles of the leather chair in which you sat, wondering so, and so. In my head the director unfolded a picture of the future action.

So, I have a cap, a blue skirt, a white blouse with a short sleeve. Collar slightly unbuttoned. In the opening a cross is seen on a gold chain. Body-colored stockings on a wide elastic band tightly fit slender legs. Slippers with a small heel complete the uniform. For shoes, a high rise for safety is not provided.

Michael sits lounging in a wide first class armchair. I brought him a glass of champagne on a tray. Next to the crystal capacity is adjacent to the vase with cookies and everything that relies to passengers in flight. Lean and stretch the order. While you take the first sip, undoing the zipper on your pants.

“Swing your legs wide apart to make it easier for me to do my job.”

Ltd! With thin fingers with grace I feel the find. Then I clasp it with my palm, squeeze and stroke.

- Sir, are you worried before the flight? - I ask, feeling the pulsation in his hand. In response, only sarcastic giggle.

In the meantime, you intensely peer into the neckline of your blouse, after which you begin to unbutton one button after another.

- The bra on you, which is typical, is not observed.

- We, sir, he is also not due to safety! - I craftily responds.

- Your breasts are gorgeous! - you state appreciatively, clasping each of them. At first, you barely touch sensual nipples, after which you squeeze with incredible strength.

- Oh! - I am plaintively eating, feeling my own growing excitement and yours in my palm.

Turned her head in search of possible witnesses of this scene. It seems no one. In the first class cabin we are alone. And the staff knows that VIP clients need to be serviced, not disturbed. True, curious colleagues, flight attendants, and even pilots can peek from behind the curtains, but this only excites me.

However, the stewardess was not averse to the presence of other people, if only they would not interfere with the performance of Jane's duties and get pleasure from it. However, the flight was strictly private, and therefore the presence of unwanted spectators was absolutely excluded.

Without taking my eyes off your purple beauty in a glossy hat, she pulled her uniform skirt up with her fingertips. She knelt before you. The seat in front of the chair knocked on the thigh. Frowned and with annoyance thought: tomorrow there will be a bruise. But today, a red light pulsed between your legs attracted to itself. Lured and lured as our plane calls the blue sky. He is gaining height, rushing higher and higher!

With careful movements, I release your Bogatyr to freedom. I bow down, gradually immersing it in my mouth. First, the rounded head is hidden in the depths, after which the whole rod enters to the very stop. My nose stuck in a hot groin. I frantically sob and seem to draw in the air of the cabin. I feel like the cap starts to move on its side. Your hands grab me and pull me down on the dick, dropping into my depths to the very throat.

I hear your approval:

- Fine, girl! This is what excellent training means. Professi-anal, I hope.

I slowly stand up on my legs and turn my back to you. A skirt immediately upturned to the belt exposes a strong ass with the profession you desire — anal gates. I grabbed the skin of the seat in front and stood up a little on my toes, trying on a hole to your top.

I myself am delighted with improvisations, I like to dilute your well-considered script with a drop of ad-lib, and therefore I caress your upper head with a black funnel between my buttocks. I tease, feeling like I melt and flow from desire myself. I want you to take me!

- Lord! You are welcome!

Stanislavsky would envy the ability to hold a pause.

- Michael, I beg you!

We were shaking more than the aircraft itself, with all the pieces of iron, all the sides, all the details.

And here...

And then everything collapsed in Tartarus ... The heart seemed to have sank into the stomach, blurting on its bottom.

The winged car with a screech fell into an air hole, and your dick - deep into me!

...

"In the gaps of the clouds the sea flashed,

With a transparent eye glancing from the depths.

And the sun to meet me - plenty -

From the mirror smooth surface of the waters among the peaks

Gleamed from below, not from the firmament -

From the waters, from the dark silence

And blinded by the glow of the sunrise

Flying - where? - my dreams".

(Alla True)

...

Your "Wow!" And my "Ah!" Merged together!

On the hips felt passionate stroking Michael. Fingers caressed the top of the legs, where the elastic gum stockings hit the skin. Then they moved to the clitoris. Circling on it with the fingers of one hand, the other two fucked my pussy. Now, getting up, then putting on again at the very hub, slowly slid over you, swallowing your lever time and time again and again. Now and then squeezed him inside. You moved towards me, upwards, entering in this way even deeper, more densely. We both barely breathed. The pace was getting faster, more jerky. With jerks you thrust your huge trunk into me. Ass, like a parachute, opened from the pressure of a mighty force. As the blue of the sky inflates the fabric, filling to the brim with air, your cock filled the inside, carrying the euphoria of flight. The rear hatch is wide open and eagerly took in the download. Twitching, driving dick even deeper into my ass and randomly banging his hands on the buttocks.

Then my hands were on my belt. You lifted me up, completely coming out for a moment. After that, holding his dick, put him in his pussy. He returned his hands to his place, began to lead the movements, forcing him to stop, then forcing me off. Droplets of sweat appeared on his forehead. The air around me seemed rarefied; there was not enough of what to breathe. You did not stop, pecked and pecked! Pussy enveloped your rod, frantically cramping inside. Screamed, feeling the waves of an incredible orgasm piercing me to my fingertips in elegant shoes. The head hit on the leather upholstery in front. Spasmodically, she tried to bring her legs together, feeling the piercing pain from your nipples twisted by you. In a fit of irrepressible passion, we pulled the blinds off our blouses and threw them aside. Lightning of incredible pleasure ran all over her body, as if tearing apart! Behind you, you could hear noisy breathing, your moans, your wheeze. You seem to be cursing. I am sure that such a text was not in the script. And what the hell is the script! I screamed, screamed, screamed ... - only a deafening roar of the heart could be heard in my ears!

You asked utterly hoarse voice:

- Do you want to take in my charge? Swallow this fire salute?

- Yes, please recharge me right in the air!

I sensed how you went to the fast and the furious, the engine started to work, and now ...

- Michael! - I roared.

- Jane! - there was your jubilant roar. - Stewardess you are my, fucking flying ... or flying ?!

The plane was shaking and shaking from our orgasmic shudders.

In the meantime, I put my hand between my legs. I carefully scrape your testicles with sharp nails.

- Jenny, bitch, what are you doing? - you explode and go into a hysterics of continuous pleasure.

Immediately detonate and explode myself! Cum and cum, nonstop, gasping for air.

A little later, I felt you leaned against my back.You nibbled her lightly, scattering kisses. My own head tiredly and blurted out contentedly on the back of the seat. Fingers still clinging to the smooth upholstery with a dead grip.

Gently and slowly rise from you, letting out. I turn, bend over, take your dick in my mouth, thankfully suck, washing. Pick up an abandoned blouse.

- I hope the passenger is satisfied with the service of our airline?

- Oh yes, thank you!

How delightful, many kilometers above the clouds!

...

“Life in cities teaches you to look at your feet.

Nobody will remember that there is heaven in the world ... ”

(Haruki Murakami)