A few hours later the cabin was still dim and quiet. The plane cut through black sky and most of the lights were off. Only the soft gold strips along the floor and the single lamp in the rear suite stayed on.
I was in the galley trying to clean up. My legs still felt weak. My p***y throbbed with every step. His c*m had been leaking out of me the whole flight. Thick, warm trails running down my inner thighs. I could feel it every time I moved. Sticky. Messy. Embarrassing in the best way.
I bent over to wipe a spill on the counter. Skirt still hiked up from earlier. No panties. Ass bare. p***y exposed and dripping. I didn’t even hear him come up behind me.
His heat hit my back first. Then his big hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise.
“Don’t move,”
I froze. Hands flat on the count
