Prologue

"Do you wanna have fun, Vince?" Tori was sensually asking while I was leaning with eyes closed what this naughty girl might be thinking again.

I only have no choice, and I need a date for my friend's wedding. If not, the whole gang will tease me that I'm the only one who isn't married yet.

"How do you plan to have fun on the airplane?" I snapped, smirking in irritation at her, Perhaps because of my migraine.

"Are you underestimating me, Mr. Madrigal?" threatening as she called me on my surname.

"You might lose your sanity with just my presence Vince," her utterance of words was sensual.

"If you say so, Tori, but I'm not in the mood." I sarcastically murmur while massaging my forehead. I don't particularly appreciate flying.

Shit! Shameless! I felt her hand crawl in the middle of my thigh, shuddering as my arm hairs rose, biting my lip very slowly, enjoying her play with my lump. I felt that because I was only wearing jogger pants, involuntarily touching my nape on heavenly like that she was doing like rushing water in a river, violent. My pain and sensation are starting to build up. A magical fire gradually spreads and grows. It's hard to gut.

Where did Greg get this one? And it looks like horny than me. At least as long as she can please me, then why not? Besides, she knows her limit. I'm not into something serious relationship. I only want to have fun, and she looks like that too. All the women I hang out with, I let them know I am not interested in them. I'm not into a vanilla relationship.

You'll be my sex slave if you insist. I'll support you financially but not emotionally.

She kept on taking off my jogger, so I barely stood up for her to succeed in what she was planning. Fortunately, we were in the double seat in the corner, and nobody would notice if we had a mystery to do. My cover is already on my thigh, and only briefs are left. She continued to caress the lump in my middle, caressing my face by the strange heat flowing all over my body. She lifted my t-shirt slightly and went to my nipples, squeezing them, "Hmmm, your body looks like a hulk Vince," she said as it landed on my abs.

"I go to the gym regularly," was my formal answer, still looking straight ahead. It went back to my flurry.

"Hmmm! It looks like it tastes good, Vince," teasing me in my ear and continued to stroke until my bird came out at the exit of my brief. Ohh! Mother fucker! I shuddered in my mind, feeling the warmth of her palm caressing its head luxuriously, up-down, over again.

"Your bird is ready to fly, Vince!" She whispered, making the situation even hotter, turning my ear to red from the boiling position.

"What the fucked Tori. Are we going to make out here? Are you serious?" I swallowed, questioning her in a low voice. It's the first time in history and on the plane. Excellent, and you are lucky when a woman approaches you. There is no need to flirt or court, showing malice, offering themselves to you willingly.

"Are you okay, Vince?" she grinned as if teased and was pleased with my reaction.

"I'm fine," was my short answer as I adjusted my seat because my ass was about to fall off.

"Are you sure it's fine?" I think she's referring to whether the violence she commits is okay. Tori was aggressive. I will not miss this opportunity.

"Is it okay if I swallow your bird?" It whispered in my ear, which led to my body hair erections.

"Yeah," My brief agreement. Who is the man who will deny grace? Rice is approaching. Can't I peck yet?

"It tastes better if we could put some salsa on it," she teased even more.

"Wait! Tori," I blocked her with my hand as she tried to go.

"What?" She wrinkles, obviously irritated.

"I'll cover you for safety," I took the blanket, covered it and even the pillow I was holding in my left arm.

Holy Cow! I'm used to what Tori is doing, sucking on my hard bird, stroking gently, which made my mouth gape quickly—slightly glancing around, peeking on someone be watching. The plane is about to land. I haven't been out yet, shit! I held her by the head and gently accompanied the lift of her chin. She was pressing hard, feeling the tip of her throat that she almost vomited, panting as she sucked on it. She was using her hand to masturbate me, simultaneously sucking. This woman is great, well -trained.

It's already normal for me to start the moves, but this scenario was somewhat fun and exciting. I didn't imagine Tori to be like this far performing well in terms of arousing.

"Are you having fun, Mr. Madrigal? " Tori snapped, lifting a bit her head to look on me as I'm staring her down.

"Tori, stop peeking. Maybe someone will walk by and get their attention." I utter, leaning her head back on my hard one, then the pleasure takes on once again. Gulping simultaneously as she stroke so dumped crazy, the feeling was indescribable.

"Tori, make it fast. We are going to touch down," I whispered to her, then she began stroking it more complex and more profound. Even the aircon on it's still getting hotter, and I am overwhelmed by the strange joy I feel as if my eyes stick up. I encountered so many girls like this aggressive before, but Tori was a bit flexible them all, giving her best to stir me on, getting my attention with her fascinating ways. My thighs stiffened, gripped tightly to the armrest, sweating from the intense movement.

"Don't stop Tori," I demand on her delaying the electrifying stroke she is giving on me, placing my palm into her head pushing it through my cock.