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Candie checked her watch as she stretched and slid down on the buttery soft bl*ck leather sofa. Clicking through the channels and stopping on the p*rn channel with a grin as she got a l*ttle more comfortable. She'd been looking forward to this flight all week and it took forever for Saturday to get here. Glancing at her watch again her restlessness was clear and she heard the Captain give a low laugh as she readied everything. Candie shook her head as she turned her attention back to the movie, the moans and grunts from all that hot s*x had her squirming as she lay on the couch and ran a hand down her thigh. One gloved finger slide along her bare flesh as her fingertips teased the edge of her lacey lingerie. What a scene if... she got caught.

The thought barely crossed her mind as she heard his voice and caught the look he gave her as he boarded his jet. Candie sat up and grabbed the remote trying to shut the p*rn off the TV as the Captain welcomed him aboard. His attention diverted back to Candie as she stood and walked to the TV shutting it off as he turned and slid his gaze over her. "Hello Sir, I hope you're ready your trip to Las Vegas tonight. Is there anything I can get for you while we wait to take off?" Wetting her lips as her gaze does a nose dive down your chest and she shifts a l*ttle from one foot to the other feeling the m-o-i-s-tness of her panties as she moves about in her very short uniform. Turning to face the sweet and kind of innocent voice coming from behind him he flicks a smile as the TV shuts down, "I hear the sequel to that movie was way better than the first." Making his way into the jet and brushing up against the stewardess, standing close as he whispered in her ear, "Mhm there is something you can get, you can get naked for me." Watching her reaction as he slid two fingertips up along the back her long, slender thigh and letting then follow the curve of her *ss beneath her extremely short lil minidress.

He never failed to kick off a flight with her flustered. The Captain began to taxi down the runway and within a couple minutes they were airborne. Ross made himself comfortable and Candie made sure his trip would be unforgettable as she began to strip off her tight fitting uniform. She barely got it off when he grabbed her and planted her *ss on the sofa. His fat c*ck was in her face before she had a chance to say a word. His hand in her hair as he worked the broad tip deeper and deeper down her skinny throat until was g*gging on the end of his d*ck. Drool dripped from her lower lip and decorated her tits as his hips pumped hard, thick c*ck in and out of her constricting throat. Just when she thought he was going to bl*w his load he his c*ck from her mouth, hoisted her off the sofa and walked to the back of the jet. The Captains voice sounding over the speaker as Ross tossed her to the bed and ripped her knickers off. A wicked grin on his lips as his head dipped down to her lush c*nt and within second she was bucking against his stubble shadowed face. Breathless and on the verge of cumming he tossed her around the bed and splayed her thighs. His fat tip dragging through her creamy folds before his hips slammed forward and gave her the ride of her life.

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