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We are on the plane together — it’s a red-eye flight and the plane is silent, and all the passengers are asleep. Amazingly, we are alone in our row. You and I are cuddled under two blankets.  At first, we converse and exchange simple small kisses. You nip my lower lip, and I catch my breath. You ask me my thoughts on your last presentation. Whenever I make an astute comment, you kiss me a little deeper, your tongue piercing my mouth and rubbing against me. As you slide your tongue out, I lick and suck, thinking of other parts of you I want lick, touch, and suck…  I ask you questions to further my understanding…  As I ask questions and listen to you, I keep my gaze focused on your eyes… Under the blanket, your hands smooth over my breasts, exciting my nipples. They pebble under my dress. Your hands cup the weight of me; you squeeze eryaman escort and rub your thumbs against the hardened tips. I try to keep my breathing calm, but I can’t stop panting and leaning into your magical hands… It feels so good. You pinch my nipples and I lean into you, my hands clutching your forearms. I feel your muscles flex under my small grasp.  You lean over, mouth close to my ear, and breathe “shhhh” into my ear. I shiver from your warm whisper. I bite my lip as you kiss my neck…over and over again. The sensations are driving me crazy. I can’t focus. You lick my delicate skin and the whorl of my ear, and I writhe. The only reason I don’t collapse into you is because of my rigid grip on your arms.  As you continue to kiss and stroke my neck, your hands tug my dress sincan escort up — oh the wonders of stretchy knits and A-line skirts — you slide it up my knees. You kiss me, and I pant against your mouth, trying to tell you that I won’t be able to keep quiet — that we need to stop or I will come — that we need to stop someone will see — please, we need to be discreet — please, please, please… I no longer know what I am asking for…  You urge me to lift up and you bunch the skirt at my waist. I sit on the seat in my baby pink thong, drenched with my cream. You pull the dress neckline down, so the fabric rests under my breasts, exposing the tight brown nipples. I sigh as you resume stroking and squeezing me…  You slide your hand down my tummy and rest your warm palm against etlik escort my pubis. You push gently against it and it feels so good… You excite me so and seduce me beyond my inhibitions.  Your hand slides further and your fingers move my thong aside. You slide your hand against my core and my cream coats your hand. My eyes shut as you rub my clit. Ungrasping your arm, my hand strokes your cock through your pants. I squeeze it and stroke the outline of its length and girth… I remember the feel of you in my pussy, and my core throbs and squeezes reflexively on its emptiness. I moan. Daddy whispers, “shhh…” I carefully unzip your jeans since Daddy granted my request that he not wear underwear. Your hard, turgid cock thrusts up through the opening, I take hold of it in my hand, lovingly stroking it with my soft grasp…up, down, up, down, squeeze… I touch the tip of your hard-on and rub my fingers through your precum… Opening my eyes, I look at you as I raise my fingers to my mouth and taste your precum. You stroke my clit as I suck my fingers, tasting you…  Lost in the sensation, lost in the taste of you, inhibitions lost, I slide under your blanket.

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