Passionate flight attendants on airplane

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What I'm about to say is true. There was an element of luck involved in this happening to me, and I can't help it if you, the readers, don't believe me.

I'm thirty years old this year, and I just turned thirty a month ago. After graduating from university, I changed jobs several times, and now I work for a joint venture. As everyone knows, unlike domestic companies where promotions often involve connections, joint ventures here mean that if you have the ability, you'll eventually get promoted; it's just a matter of time. That's why I'm here. I've

worked diligently for several years, and although I haven't been promoted to department head yet, I'm practically the third-in-command in the department.

Here, I need to explain: our company mainly deals in consumables, so sales and after-sales service are equally important. Many of our orders are re-signed from previous clients, so there are two heads in the department: one in charge of after-sales and one in charge of sales. Our department head, surnamed Li, is nearly fifty years old. He's very honest and capable; he mainly manages our after-sales service. The other head, also surnamed Li, is quite shrewd, and sales are naturally his forte. We all call him Salesman Li.

So, we were recently renewing a contract, and naturally, our sales representative, Li, was supposed to handle it. Unfortunately, two nights before our plane tickets were booked, Li got drunk and ended up in the hospital. Our Director Li, who was caring for his sick mother, couldn't possibly be away from the hospital for five days straight. Therefore, this task fell to me.

I've seen people off at the airport a few times before, but this was my first time actually flying. For this trip, I spent almost three months' salary, getting a complete makeover, from underwear to a suit. For me, this wasn't just about closing a deal; it directly impacted my future at the company. Money had to be spent wisely!

Flight attendants have always been one of the most fantasized-about figures for many men. But from what I've seen at the airport, while they may have great inner beauty, their outer beauty… well… aside from a few welcoming beauties, the others didn't give off a very good impression. Clothes make the man, and a good saddle makes the horse. The clothes were nice, but the people were all different. One had a big bust, another had long legs, but the clothes were all the same, making the busty girls look like they'd been binge-eating for a month.

Security check, ticket check, boarding—that was it. Nothing much happened. If there was anything, it was that to improve our company's image, we usually fly in luxury class on business trips, and I was lucky enough to be with our saleswoman, Ms. Li. Otherwise, I'd probably be flying economy! Luxury class is luxury class, though. The flight attendants were much better than I'd seen before. One of them, about thirty years old, had light makeup, arched eyebrows, and bright red lipstick. She looked stunning, and you could tell she was very curvy. She was very tall, with a full bust, and probably around 1.75 meters tall—the tallest of the flight attendants. Her legs were long and slender, encased in flesh-colored stockings; I'd conservatively estimate they were at least a meter long. I just didn't really like the standard high heels; I prefer slender, high heels for a more sexy look. There was another

flight attendant, a bit shorter, maybe 1.65 meters. She had a small face, big eyes, and her made-up eyelashes seemed to speak volumes as they blinked. Her skin was very fair, and her calves were slender and shapely, nestled in stockings. I really wanted to touch them, even just for a moment! It was

my first time flying, and it felt quite novel. But for the sake of my image, I tried my best to appear mature, pretending to read a magazine

while secretly observing everything on the plane, especially the two flight attendants busily assisting the passengers.

The plane finally began to taxi, and my heart raced with each acceleration. We were about to take off! My palms started sweating, and my breathing became rapid. With a long whoosh, we soared into the sky. Watching the others gradually relax, I started to feel uneasy. My heart wasn't slowing down; instead, it was racing faster. I started to feel cold, but my hands and feet were sweating. I knew it—I had a fear of flying!

Inhale, take a deep breath, pause for a few seconds, exhale slowly, inhale, pause, exhale. I had read similar articles a long time ago, and I slowly adjusted myself according to the instructions, constantly telling myself, "Relax, relax, don't be nervous..."

By the time I finally managed to lift my eyes from the relaxation magazine, the plane had already entered a stable flight phase.

In the distance, the flight attendants were already pushing beverage carts to the rear door. It was still early for me, so I decided to visit the airplane restroom first. I got up unsteadily (fly phobia isn't easy to overcome, and I only went to the restroom because I was nervous and needed to urinate) and tried to move steadily towards my destination. Of course, as I passed the two flight attendants, I still gave them a few hard looks, as if I wanted to see their snow-white skin and delicate necks.

"Sir, what would you like to drink?" A pleasant voice rang in my ears. I looked up (actually, I had been waiting for them to come over, but I was just pretending to read a magazine for the sake of my image). I was surprised to see that the tall, beautiful woman had a great figure and such a lovely voice. Although it wasn't the crisp, clear kind, it was very soft and gentle, and that kind of tenderness made me feel very comfortable.

"Do you have green tea?" I asked casually, having already seen someone call for it ahead of me.

"Yes, sir."

"Then a cup of green tea, please." I said with all my might, trying to sound affectionate. "Sir, here is your green tea, please take it."

I glanced up, then quickly looked back at the magazine, as if something important was attracting my attention. My hand naturally reached for the cup, as if

I were taking it by mistake, and gently held it in her hand. In an instant, a sensation like touching ancient jade came from my fingertips. One word: soft; two words: delicate; three words: so nice to touch; four words: I wanted to touch it again. I pretended to be very surprised and looked up at her, then tried to take the cup as smoothly as possible. I couldn't be unsteady; my heart was pounding at least 180 beats per minute.

"Excuse me!" I gave what I thought was my most charming smile. "It's alright, sir, please don't mind." There seemed to be a hint of excitement in her voice as well. The tea was delicious. Besides the fragrance of the tea, there seemed to be a very faint, subtle fragrance, perhaps from her. I slowly smelled it, slowly savored it.

It felt as if it were her small hand. Taking advantage of several opportunities to serve drinks, snacks, and blankets, I chatted with her about trivial things, not seeking merit, but simply hoping to leave her with the best impression.

Because my journey was long and it was a night flight, many people were already sound asleep. When the cabin quieted down, I couldn't stay still. It wasn't that I didn't want to, but that I couldn't. My heart, which had just calmed down, started racing again, my bladder felt full, and I kept needing to go to the restroom. Once, twice, three times…

I went to the restroom five or six times. Each time, I could see the flight attendants' rest areas, and the tall flight attendant was facing me. She looked at me with a surprised expression. How embarrassing! I could only smile awkwardly.

I sat back down, trying again to calm myself down. Suddenly, the plane shook violently, followed by a feeling of acceleration as it climbed.

"Attention passengers, the aircraft is encountering a severe turbulence. The aircraft may shake. Please remain calm and fasten your seatbelts…"

Oh no, I need to pee again. This is really not a good time. I had to stand up again and head towards the restroom.

"Sir, please sit down. The plane is shaking, please sit down and fasten your seatbelt." Because of the shaking, two flight attendants were checking the cabin. The tall, beautiful flight attendant noticed my movement and quickly said to me,

"Excuse me, I… I need to go to the restroom." Embarrassing, absolutely embarrassing. I knew it was best not to move, but I really needed to go! It seemed I was used to it after going so many times. The flight attendant seemed to have confidence in the captain; she didn't stop me much, just told me to be careful. Just

as I entered the restroom and was about to close the door, the plane shook again. I couldn't close it. I tried again, but it still wouldn't close. Oh well, I was desperate. The door was already closed, and most people were asleep. No one else dared to move. It was over quickly.

I took my position, pulled out my "cannon" (a weapon), aimed, and tried to pee... but couldn't. I tried again, still couldn't...

As you all probably understand, it wasn't that I actually needed to pee; it was my fear of flying that was acting up, especially with the plane shaking so violently—it was making things worse!

It felt like ages had passed, and I still hadn't peed. Sweat was starting to bead on my forehead. "Whoosh!" The plane shook violently again. I lost my balance, swayed halfway around, and finally managed to steady myself by grabbing the sink. Before I could even process what was happening, there was another violent jolt, the door opened, and a figure rushed towards me, accompanied by a fragrant breeze.

It was her—the tall flight attendant. She probably noticed I'd been there for so long and came to check on me. She hadn't expected the door to be unlocked, and she hadn't expected to lose her balance when it shook. In her haste, she grabbed the doorknob and pressed it down. Another lurch, and she, already off balance, fell into my arms. At that moment, her hands, by sheer coincidence, gripped my exposed manhood. Her large, beautiful eyes were less than twenty centimeters from mine, staring blankly at me. My hands instinctively embraced this unexpected stroke of good fortune.

Surprisingly, we both remained still. I absolutely didn't want to move, and I guessed she was a little frightened. I inhaled her pleasant scent, gazed at her deeply, and tried to bring my lips to hers. Success or failure hinged on this moment. Without saying a word, I kissed her moist lips. She didn't flinch, instinctively opening her small mouth slightly to suck on my tongue. I gently nibbled at her full earlobe; she didn't resist,

only her breathing quickened and her temperature rose. I explored the deep cleavage between her breasts along the seam of her uniform, her breath coming in even more gasps. I gently guided her hands to stroke my already hard penis, her eyes beginning to glaze over.

I unbuttoned her collar, pulled down one side of her purple lace bra, and bit and kissed her large nipple. She held her breath but let out soft moans, enjoying my assault while continuing to stroke my penis. My already engorged and hard penis, under the caress of her delicate hands, had its dark brown glans covered in glistening secretions.

She bent her head, enjoying the caresses of my hands, and gently opened her bright red lips to take my large penis into her mouth. The warmth and moisture emanating from my glans made me unconsciously increase the pressure of my hands, sending another wave of intense pleasure through me.

I slowly helped her up, letting her lean against the sink, and began to suckle her ample breasts. They say tall women have big breasts, and it was true! One hand kneaded the other breast, while my right hand slowly reached under her skirt . It felt warm to the touch, almost damp. Good heavens, I was touching her through her stockings! Were her panties already soaked? Thinking of this, my penis swelled up again, growing even larger.

I gently pulled down her pantyhose, and sure enough, a long, clear liquid stretched across her black panties, gleaming alluringly under the light. I suddenly pressed down on that erogenous zone, deeply sucking on the mysterious depths beneath the black fabric—smooth, slippery, and slightly salty. "Mmm~" A seductive sound came from above, like the starting gun at the start of a race. I quickly pulled down my trousers, and of course, closed the bathroom door behind me. This time, I bolted the door; I didn't want anyone to ruin this wonderful moment.

"Hurry up~" Surprisingly, her voice was still so soft at this moment. Without further ado, I got in, mounted, and charged. She was already so wet. I entered, slowly inserting it to the root, then thrusting hard. "Ah~"

Another seductive sound. It seemed to be working. I started thrusting in and out slowly, then faster and faster, then in again.

Her vagina was very tight, so she probably didn't have much experience. As I thrust in and out, I nibbled and kissed her right breast, which was slightly exposed under her uniform and swayed gently with the rhythmic movements. "Mmm...mmm...I...faster..." the tall beauty murmured. Leaning against the edge of the sink, I gently held her waist for support. She raised her legs and wrapped them tightly around my waist. She was wearing black high heels on her slender legs. I caressed the inside of her long thighs with my whole palm. She squeezed her legs even

tighter , and my penis could hardly move back and forth. I had to thrust even harder.

"Ah..." she finally couldn't help but cry out, "I...I'm coming...yes...I've hit the G-spot, it's contracting so fast...once...second time...oh!" Hearing her deep yet intoxicated moans, I couldn't help but get excited and thrust faster and deeper. She also reached down to caress and play with my scrotum: "You...are so thick...it's...reaching the cervix..." I sped up and pounded wildly from different angles. The tall flight attendant's red lips parted slightly, "How about from behind?" Of course, I also liked to change positions. At ten thousand meters in the air, who could enjoy this kind of experience?!

I quickly withdrew from her body, and she rolled over, aiming at the entrance of my dream flight attendant, already soaked with love juice. I mounted her from behind, her hands gripping the edge of the sink. Our genitals pulled back and forth like pistons, and my penis seemed to swell even more inside her. If only she were my wife, I thought to myself, as I held her waist and thrust deeper. "Good... I like this... from behind..."

I thrust rhythmically, then whispered in her ear, "What are we doing?" She was already drenched in sweat and whispered, "Ahhh! I hate it..." Her sweet moans almost made me lose my composure. To prolong the session, I continued to ask questions, teasing her desire and delaying my own progress: "Haven't you done it in a while? Your pussy is so tight!" Her face was already flushed, almost dripping with embarrassment. I slowed my movements slightly and lowered my head to kiss her waist. Her waist was very slender, without an ounce of fat. When I bit her side hard, I felt her contract a few more times: "Tell me where we are, what we are doing...?" I felt like a devil at that moment. She was afraid I would stop and she wouldn't be able to continue her climax. She said in an almost inaudible voice, "We're on a plane..." I sped up a few more times, then stopped and continued to ask her, "What are we doing on the plane?" "We're making love on the plane..." Her voice grew softer and softer, and the last two words were almost inaudible. "Making love~ I'm making love with you, isn't that right? What else is making love called? Say it quickly, or I'll pull out~!" "No, don't pull out, I'll say it, it's also called intercourse, it's also called consummation~" I started thrusting quickly again. "No,

these two are too soft, say something more exciting, or I'll pull out immediately." She squeezed her legs together, afraid I would really pull out: "Mating... intercourse..." She knew I would never pull out, but I might stop, which was something she absolutely didn't want to see right now. Hearing such elegant and beautiful words from the mouth of a girl like her is incredibly stimulating: "Still calling me 'fuck,' still calling me 'fuck my pussy'..." She practically shouted the last word. I felt like I was about to ejaculate, and I couldn't resist the passionate stimulation of those words any longer. I flipped her over and thrust into her again in the missionary position, pumping wildly hundreds of times. She was already incoherent from my thrusting: "Ah... take me... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me to death..."

This tall flight attendant had never said anything like that before: "You're so big... it feels so good when you're inside me... you're fucking me so full... ah... ah... I'm coming, I'm coming, hurry, hurry, fuck me to death, fuck me to death on the plane..." I knew she was about to reach climax. At the final climax, I thrust in and out with all my might, pushing my hard penis to her cervix. "Ah..." She contracted, contracted fiercely, as gushes of hot liquid poured onto my glans. It was so stimulating, I couldn't hold back anymore. I took a deep breath and thrust violently again. Ah, a tingling sensation spread from the glans to my entire penis, down to my lower back. I knew I was going to ejaculate. I thrust in one more time and then quickly pulled out. Although I really wanted to ejaculate inside her, I didn't want any trouble. As I pulled out, I saw the tall flight attendant shudder. Her eyes, which had been tightly closed during her orgasm, opened as she saw a weapon trembling violently, spurting out a stream of white liquid that landed on her delicate face, with a trace hanging from the corner of her mouth. She immediately knelt down, opened her tender lips, and took the weapon into her mouth. Ah, it was so stimulating! She actually made me ejaculate in her mouth. I thought I could only ejaculate on the wall. The immense stimulation brought an enormous vibration, spurting out a huge amount of liquid. One stroke after another, more than twenty strokes in total, not a single drop was wasted in the beautiful woman's mouth. Judging from the way she swallowed, a considerable amount had already gone down her throat and into her stomach. ...

Not a single drop was wasted; everything, including the fluid on my penis, was cleaned thoroughly with her mouth.

I gently stroked her face. "Can I get to know you?"

She stared at me blankly, and after a long while, she sighed. "Never mind, you look a lot like my husband, um... my ex-husband. We divorced two weeks ago. He had other women outside..."

I understood. She still loved her ex-husband, and I was just a substitute, a substitute for her remaining love. That's all! Silently, I finished dressing and was about to leave when she suddenly chuckled: "Women are more horny before their periods. My period is tomorrow, um~, you could have ejaculated inside me, hahaha..."

She laughed as she opened the door and left, her laughter pure, except for a hint of mischief.

What I'm about to say is true. This happened to me with a certain amount of luck involved, and I can't help it if you readers don't believe me.

I'm thirty years old this year, and I turned thirty a month ago. After graduating from university, I changed jobs several times, and now I work for a joint venture company. As everyone knows, joint ventures don't offer the same opportunities for promotions as domestic companies where connections are crucial. With ability, you'll eventually rise through the ranks; it's just a matter of time. That's why I'm here.

After several years of diligent work, although I haven't yet become a department head, I'm practically the third-in-command.

Let me explain: our company mainly deals in consumables, where sales and after-sales service are equally important. Many of our orders are continuations from previous clients, so our department has two heads: one in after-sales and one in sales. Our department head, surnamed Li, is nearly fifty years old, very honest, and extremely capable. He primarily manages our after-sales service. The other head, also surnamed Li, is quite shrewd; sales are naturally his forte, and we all call him Salesman Li.

Recently, we were renewing a contract, and Salesman Li was naturally the one to go. Unfortunately, two nights before our plane tickets were booked, he got drunk and ended up in the hospital. Our Director Li, who is caring for his sick mother, couldn't possibly be away from the hospital for five days. So, this task fell to me.

I've seen people off at the airport a few times before, but flying myself is a first for me. For this trip, I spent almost three months' salary, getting a complete makeover, from underwear to a suit. This isn't just about closing a deal; it directly impacts my future at the company. Money needs to be spent wisely!

Flight attendants have always been one of the most popular fantasies among men. But from what I saw at the airport, while they might have great inner beauty, their outer beauty... sigh... Apart from a few welcoming beauties, the others didn't leave a very good impression. Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse. The clothes were nice, but the women were different. One had big breasts, another had long legs, but all the clothes were the same, making the busty women look like they'd been binge-eating for a month.

Security, ticket check, boarding—that was it. Nothing much happened. The only thing was, to improve our company's image, we usually fly in luxury class on business trips, and I was lucky to get in thanks to our saleswoman, Li. Otherwise, I'd probably be flying economy! The luxury cabin was truly luxurious; the flight attendants were far more attractive than any I'd seen before. One of them, around thirty years old, wore light makeup, with arched eyebrows and deep red lipstick—very beautiful. Her figure was clearly very bouncy. She was tall and slender, with a full bust, probably around 1.75 meters tall, the tallest of the flight attendants. Her legs were long and slender, encased in flesh-colored stockings, conservatively estimated to be at least a meter long. I didn't particularly like the standard high heels; I prefer slender, high heels for a more sexy look. Another

flight attendant was slightly shorter, around 1.65 meters, with a small face, large eyes, and eyelashes that seemed to speak volumes as they blinked. Her skin was very fair, and her calves were slender and shapely, encased in stockings. I really wanted to touch them, even just for a moment! It was

my first time flying, and it was quite a novel experience, but for the sake of my image, I tried to appear mature. I pretended to read a magazine while

secretly observing everything on the plane, especially the two flight attendants busily assisting the passengers.

The plane finally began taxiing, and my heart pounded with each acceleration. We were about to take off! My palms started sweating, and my breathing became rapid. With a long whoosh, we soared into the sky. Watching the others gradually relax, I felt something was wrong. My heart wasn't slowing down; instead, it was racing. I felt cold, but my hands and feet were sweating. I knew it—I had a fear of flying! Inhale

, take a deep breath, pause for a few seconds, then slowly exhale. Inhale, pause, exhale. I had read similar articles long ago, and I followed them, slowly adjusting myself, constantly telling myself, "Relax, relax, don't be nervous..."

By the time I could finally lift my eyes from the relaxation magazine, the plane had already entered a stable flight phase.

In the distance, the flight attendants were already pushing beverage carts to the rear door. It was still early for me, so I decided to visit the airplane restroom first. I shakily got up (fear of flying isn't easy to overcome; I only went to the restroom because I was nervous and needed to urinate) and tried to move steadily towards my destination. Of course, as I passed the two flight attendants, I still gave them a few extra glances, as if I wanted to see their snow-white skin and delicate necks.

"Sir, what would you like a drink?" A pleasant voice rang in my ears. I looked up (actually, I had been waiting for them, but I was pretending to read a magazine for the sake of appearances), and I was surprised to find that these tall, beautiful women had such great figures and such lovely voices. Although not the crisp, clear kind, their voices were very soft and gentle, a kind of tenderness that made me feel very comfortable.

"Do you have green tea?" I asked casually, having already seen someone else call for it.

"Yes, sir."

"Then a cup of green tea, please." I said with all my might, trying to sound affectionate. "Sir, here is your green tea, please take it."

I glanced up, then quickly looked back at the magazine, as if something important was attracting my attention. My hand naturally reached for the cup, as if

I were taking it by mistake, and gently held it in her hand. In an instant, a sensation like touching ancient jade came from my fingertips. One word: soft; two words: delicate; three words: so nice to touch; four words: I wanted to touch it again. I pretended to be very surprised and looked up at her, then tried to take the cup as smoothly as possible. I couldn't be unsteady; my heart was pounding at least 180 beats per minute.

"Excuse me!" I gave what I thought was my most charming smile. "It's alright, sir, please don't mind." There seemed to be a hint of excitement in her voice as well. The tea was delicious. Besides the fragrance of the tea, there seemed to be a very faint, subtle fragrance, perhaps from her. I slowly smelled it, slowly savored it.

It felt as if it were her small hand. Taking advantage of several opportunities to serve drinks, snacks, and blankets, I chatted with her about trivial things, not seeking merit, but simply hoping to leave her with the best impression.

Because my journey was long and it was a night flight, many people were already sound asleep. When the cabin quieted down, I couldn't stay still. It wasn't that I didn't want to, but that I couldn't. My heart, which had just calmed down, started racing again, my bladder felt full, and I kept needing to go to the restroom. Once, twice, three times…

I went to the restroom five or six times. Each time, I could see the flight attendants' rest areas, and the tall flight attendant was facing me. She looked at me with a surprised expression. How embarrassing! I could only smile awkwardly.

I sat back down, trying again to calm myself down. Suddenly, the plane shook violently, followed by a feeling of acceleration as it climbed.

"Attention passengers, the aircraft is encountering a severe turbulence. The aircraft may shake. Please remain calm and fasten your seatbelts…"

Oh no, I need to pee again. This is really not a good time. I had to stand up again and walk towards the restroom.

"Sir, please sit down. The plane is shaking, please sit down and fasten your seatbelt." Because of the shaking, two flight attendants were checking the cabin. The tall, beautiful flight attendant noticed my movement and quickly said to me,

"Excuse me, I... I need to go to the restroom." Embarrassing, absolutely embarrassing. I knew it was best not to move, but I really needed to go! It seemed I'd gotten used to it after going so many times. The flight attendant seemed to have confidence in the captain; she didn't stop me much, just told me to be careful. Just

as I entered the restroom and was about to close the door, the plane shook again. I couldn't close it. I tried again, but it still wouldn't close. Oh well, I was going to burst. The door was already closed, and most people were asleep. No one else dared to move. It was quick.

I got into position, pulled out my "big gun," aimed, and tried to get it out... but it wouldn't come out. I tried again, but it still wouldn't come out...

As you all probably know, it wasn't that I actually needed to pee; it was my fear of flying that was acting up, especially with the plane shaking so violently—it was just making things worse!

It felt like ages had passed, and I still hadn't come out. Sweat was starting to bead on my forehead. Then, with a whoosh, the plane shook violently again. I lost my balance and swayed halfway before finally managing to steady myself by grabbing the sink. Before I could even process what was happening, there was another violent jolt, and the door opened, accompanied by a figure rushing towards me with a waft of fragrance.

It was her, the tall flight attendant. She probably noticed I'd been there for so long and came to check on me. She hadn't expected me to leave the door unlocked, and she hadn't expected to lose her balance during the first jolt. In her haste, she grabbed the doorknob and pressed it open. With another jolt, she, already off balance, stumbled into my arms. And just then, her hands landed squarely on my exposed manhood, her beautiful eyes less than twenty centimeters from mine, staring at me blankly. My hands instinctively embraced this unexpected stroke of good fortune.

Surprisingly, we both remained still. I absolutely didn't want to move, and I guessed she was a little frightened. I smelled her pleasant fragrance, looked at her affectionately, and tried to bring my mouth to hers. Success or failure hinged on this moment. Without saying a word, I kissed her moist lips. She didn't flinch, instinctively opening her small mouth slightly to suck on my tongue. I gently nibbled on her full earlobe. She didn't resist,

only her breathing quickened and her temperature rose. I explored the deep cleavage between her breasts along the seam of her uniform. Her breathing became even more labored. I gently guided her hands to move up and down on my already hard penis, and her eyes began to glaze over.

I unbuttoned her collar, pulled down one side of her purple lace bra, and bit and kissed her large nipple. She held back her breath but let out soft moans, enjoying my assault while her hand continued to stroke my penis. My already engorged and hard penis, under her delicate hands, had its dark brown glans covered in glistening secretions.

She bent her head, enjoying the caresses of my hands, and gently opened her bright red lips to take my large penis into her mouth. Warm, moist, the sensation from the glans made me unconsciously increase the pressure of my hands, and another wave of intense pleasure washed over me.

I slowly helped her up, letting her lean against the sink, and began to suckle her ample breasts. They say tall women have big breasts, and it was true! One hand kneaded the other breast, while my right hand slowly reached under her skirt. It felt warm to the touch, and I could almost feel the moisture. Good heavens, I was touching her through her stockings! Were her panties already soaked? Thinking of this, my penis swelled again, growing even larger.

I gently pulled down her pantyhose, and sure enough, a long, clear liquid stretched across her black panties, gleaming alluringly under the light. I pressed down on that erogenous zone, deeply inhaling the mysterious depths beneath the black fabric—smooth, slippery, and slightly salty. "Mmm~" A seductive sound came from above, like the starting gun of a race. I quickly pulled down my trousers, closing the bathroom door behind me—this time, I bolted it; I didn't want anyone ruining this moment.

"Quick,~" Surprisingly, her voice was still so soft. No need for words, I raised my weapon, mounted her, and charged. She was already so wet. I entered, slowly pushing to the root, then thrusting hard. "Ah~"

Another seductive sound. It seemed to be working. I began thrusting in and out, slowly, then faster, then in again.

Her vagina was very tight, so she probably didn't have much experience. As I thrust in and out, I nibbled and kissed her right breast, which was slightly exposed under her uniform and swayed gently with the rhythmic movements. "Mmm...mmm...I...faster..." the tall beauty murmured. Leaning against the edge of the sink, I gently held her waist for support. She raised her legs and wrapped them tightly around my waist. She was wearing black high heels on her slender legs. I caressed the inside of her long thighs with my whole palm. She squeezed her legs even

tighter , and my penis could hardly move back and forth. I had to thrust even harder.

"Ah..." she finally couldn't help but cry out, "I...I'm coming...yes...I've hit the G-spot, it's contracting so fast...once...second time...oh!" Hearing her deep yet intoxicated moans, I couldn't help but get excited and thrust faster and deeper. She also reached down to caress and play with my scrotum: "You...are so thick...it's...reaching the cervix..." I sped up and pounded wildly from different angles. The tall flight attendant's red lips parted slightly, "How about from behind?" Of course, I also liked to change positions. At ten thousand meters in the air, who could enjoy this kind of experience?!

I quickly withdrew from her body, and she rolled over, aiming at the entrance of my dream flight attendant, already soaked with love juice. I mounted her from behind, her hands gripping the edge of the sink. Our genitals pulled back and forth like pistons, and my penis seemed to swell even more inside her. If only she were my wife, I thought to myself, as I held her waist and thrust deeper. "Good... I like this... from behind..."

I thrust rhythmically, then whispered in her ear, "What are we doing?" She was already drenched in sweat and whispered, "Ahhh! I hate it..." Her sweet moans almost made me lose my composure. To prolong the session, I continued to ask questions, teasing her desire and delaying my own progress: "Haven't you done it in a while? Your pussy is so tight!" Her face was already flushed, almost dripping with embarrassment. I slowed my movements slightly and lowered my head to kiss her waist. Her waist was very slender, without an ounce of fat. When I bit her side hard, I felt her contract a few more times: "Tell me where we are, what we are doing...?" I felt like a devil at that moment. She was afraid I would stop and she wouldn't be able to continue her climax. She said in an almost inaudible voice, "We're on a plane..." I sped up a few more times, then stopped and continued to ask her, "What are we doing on the plane?" "We're making love on the plane..." Her voice grew softer and softer, and the last two words were almost inaudible. "Making love~ I'm making love with you, isn't that right? What else is making love called? Say it quickly, or I'll pull out~!" "No, don't pull out, I'll say it, it's also called intercourse, it's also called consummation~" I started thrusting quickly again. "No,

these two are too soft, say something more exciting, or I'll pull out immediately." She squeezed her legs together, afraid I would really pull out: "Mating... intercourse..." She knew I would never pull out, but I might stop, which was something she absolutely didn't want to see right now. Hearing such elegant and beautiful words from the mouth of a girl like that is incredibly arousing: "Still calling me 'fuck,' still calling me 'fuck my pussy'..." She practically shouted the last word. I felt like I was about to ejaculate, and I couldn't resist the passionate stimulation of those words any longer. I flipped her over and thrust into her again in the missionary position, pumping wildly hundreds of times. She was already incoherent from my thrusting: "Ah... take me... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me to death..."

This tall flight attendant had never said anything like this before: "You're so big... It feels so good when you're inside me... You're fucking me so full... Ah... Ah... I'm coming, I'm coming, hurry, hurry, fuck me to death, fuck me to death on the plane..." I knew she was about to reach her final climax. I thrust in and out forcefully, pushing deeper and harder, pressing my hard penis against her cervix. "Ah..." She contracted, contracted fiercely, accompanied by gushes of hot liquid pouring onto my glans. It was so stimulating, I couldn't hold back anymore. I took a deep breath and started thrusting violently again. Ah, a tingling sensation quickly spread from the glans to my entire penis, traveling down my lower back. I knew I was going to ejaculate. I thrust in again, then quickly pulled out. Although I really wanted to ejaculate inside, I didn't want any trouble. As I pulled out, I saw the tall flight attendant shudder violently. Her eyes, tightly shut during her climax, snapped open to see a weapon trembling violently, spurting a stream of white liquid onto her delicate face, a trace clinging to the corner of her mouth. She immediately knelt down, opened her soft lips, and took the weapon into her mouth. Ah, so stimulating! She actually made me ejaculate in her mouth! I thought it would only spray onto the wall. The immense stimulation brought an enormous vibration, spurting out a massive amount of liquid. One thrust after another, more than twenty times, not a drop wasted, all in the beautiful woman's mouth. Judging from the way she swallowed, a lot had already gone down her throat into her stomach…

Not a single drop was wasted; everything, including the liquid on my penis, was cleaned clean with her mouth.

I gently stroked her face. "Can I get to know you?"

She stared at me blankly for a long time before letting out a long sigh. "Never mind, you look a lot like my husband, um... he's my ex-husband. We divorced two weeks ago. He had other women outside..."

I understood. She still loved her ex-husband, and I was just a substitute, a substitute for her remaining love. That's all! Silently, I finished dressing and was about to leave when she suddenly chuckled. "Women are more horny before their periods. My period is tomorrow, um~, you could have ejaculated inside me, hahaha..."

She laughed as she opened the door and left, her laughter pure, except for that hint of mischief.

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