Riley’s hand trembled as she stroked Lucas’s thick, throbbing c**k under the shared blanket. The cabin was dark, engines humming steadily, most passengers asleep or lost in their screens with headphones on. The dim reading light above them cast just enough glow to make the moment feel dangerously intimate.
Lucas leaned back in his seat, eyes half-lidded with pleasure, one arm casually draped over the armrest as if nothing was happening.
“Faster,” he whispered, voice low and commanding. “Stroke it properly, you dirty little mile-high s**t. I want to feel how eager that hand is for stranger c**k at 30,000 feet.”
Riley’s breathing quickened. She tightened her grip and stroked him faster, her thumb swirling over the leaking head, spreading his pre-c*m down the thick shaft. The wet, slick so
