Chapter 3
Angela’s pov
The three of us stayed piled on those flat seats in the very back of the plane, my short gown already bunched around my hips and my t**s half out, Dylan pressed against my left side and Kylan against my right, both of them breathing hard, both of their c***s already pushing against my thighs through their dress pants.
Dylan got the top of the gown the rest of the way down, yanking the thin fabric under my t**s so they spilled out heavy and bare, n*****s already tight and dark from how long I had been grinding between them.
He put his mouth on the left one first and sucked it in deep, tongue circling the n****e, teeth scraping just enough to make my back arch off the seat.
At the same time Kylan’s hand went under the hem, fingers sliding straight over my soake
