Airpeen

by Holly Wilde

The brightly lit seatbelt light isn’t a seatbelt decal. It’s a cock.

“Don’t leave my tray in the upright and locked position the entire flight. Let’s hit that recline button and chillax, babe.”

“Talk about complimentary nuts, am I right, babe?” He laughs. “Look, Princess. If you’re having a hard time believing what I’m telling you, maybe I could show you. We could create some turbulence of our own.”

“Don’t mind him. He’s used to taking things fast and hard.” “Yeah, Plush over there is the wine and dine kind of guy. I’m more of the ‘Damn, you’re fine’ type,” Cushy interrupts the voice.

Only, miniature isn’t exactly the best word to describe the eleven inch form jutting out at me. The moment I realize that the model plane is his cock, is the moment I realize there’s nothing mini about this thing.

His tone is demanding, his seductive voice gravely as he growls down to me, “If you ever fucking keep yourself from letting loose again, I’ll keep you on this plane and make you fly around the world until your legs give out from under you. Do you understand me, Princess.” Fucking hell, I love a hand necklace moment. I never thought an armchair could be so commanding, but I am ready to obey.

Oh myyy hee hee

“I think our girl likes it rough, should we show her just how turbulent these skies can get.”

“but what you really want is to be craved so much that you are taken for all that you have. You want that soft kiss to be placed on raw skin after I hold you tight to me and fuck every last scream from your lungs.”