Touchdown {R-18}

"~Ohhh Yes— Oh Fuck!~"

With her hand at the back of Evian's neck, holding him close, the flight attendant moaned into his ear, pulling him out of his thoughts on how he had gotten into the flying carriage so he could focus on what was happening now that he was on it.

Evian smiled to himself with his hands still gripping her cheeks. He remained seated while he let her do all the work, reveling in the wonders of her gripping snatch. As she groaned and rutted against him, he had hardly a choice but to follow along. 

Whatever fastening held the top part of the hostess' uniform close quickly fell open which caused her tits to topple out for Evian's hearty manipulations. When she pulled away from him so she could raise her face toward the ceiling and groan her pleasure, Evian seized one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked.

"~Yes, suck on it. Suck on it hard!~"