New Life : A Second Chance 669 Mile-High Club R18

Kyle's smoldering bedroom eyes became darker at that promise and he hissed inwardly as she cupped his b.a.l.l.s and raging hard-on.

In one swift move, he claimed her lips, plunging his tongue deep inside and wreaking havoc while his hands fondled her breast and pinching her nipples. As she moaned deep in her throat, Kyle released her lips and said, "Prelude to Mile-High Club."

He quickly walked away, expertly avoiding her hands that were ready to crush his family jewels for teasing her so.

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By the time they were sitting in first cla.s.s, Kyle was reading to grab onto Sayuri, push her onto the back of the airplane seat and thurst into her, not caring about any sort of audience. 

All the way to the airport, through the immigration counter and in the airport lounge, she had been teasing him endlessly. She wore a push-up bra, a low-cut V blouse, and a short skirt that blew against the wind. 

Didn't help that she told him she wasn't wearing any underwear.

She would occasionally brush against him with her breast, or her juicy *ss that he knew was naked under the skirt. Sometimes, the skirt would ride up high, and he glared at her, thinking of what sort of show she would be giving to any guy sitting in front of her.

Constantly having to clench his leg muscles throughout the entire journey to the cabin made him walk slightly funny, too.

And that Devil Woman was having the time of her life indeed.

The moment they took off and the seatbelt sign was off, Sayuri lifted the divider between them. Sayuri was at the window seat, so she turned and leaned against the wall of the airplane, and placed her legs on his lap.

To be more accurate, her legs were placed against the divider on Kyle's side and her knees slightly bent upwards over his thigh. She then took the blanket, opened it up from its sterile wrapping and placed it across their laps and her legs.

Kyle edged closer towards Sayuri, and immediately attacked her sopping wet cave, his thumb rubbing around her c.l.i.t. He ran his fingers all over from the c.l.i.t to the entrance of her cave, getting them nice and wet before he inserted one finger into her waiting cave.

Sayuri gave a slight gasp, enjoying the sensation though what she really wanted inside her was not his finger, but what she had in her hand. The warm, hard c*ck that she had released from the confines of his pants. 

She placed her palm over it, feeling the pre-c.u.m that was leaking out and stroking his c*ck slowly.

"You better not c.u.m yet," Sayuri said softly, "It'll just dirty the blankets."

Kyle clenched his jaw and glared at her.

"After teasing me so much, you dare ask that of me?" Kyle hissed, thinking she ought to be punished for that insane request.

Her breathing getting irregular, she parted her lips in an attempt to regulate it as Kyle inserted another finger and started moving inside faster while his thumb was still caressing the c.l.i.t carefully.

Sayuri couldn't say anything more after that, focusing more on keeping quiet and not letting anyone else know what was going on. She had always been the noisy one, and holding back was truly difficult.

Just right after she climaxed, the flight attendant came over, asking them if they would like anything to drink. With a smile, not suspecting anything, she offered them orange juice, coffee or tea. Both shook their heads.

"Not for now, thank you," Kyle answered while giving her his Million-Dollar Watt Smile. 

Fl.u.s.tered at being subjected to that so suddenly, she managed to get back into work mode soon and the flight attendant smiled back professionally. Having done this round, she headed towards the back to the galley to get the trolley with drinks and begin the round on the plane.

All this time, Sayuri had not let go of Kyle's c*ck at all. The moment she left, Sayuri immediately straddled Kyle, positioning his c*ck over her.

Kyle's eyes widened and he looked around. There was only one other person in first cla.s.s, and he was in the seat in front, on the opposite side. If he was to turn back, he definitely would be able to see what was going on.

Sayuri leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "Just don't make a sound and he won't realise."

Sayuri knew that this was the best time to do this, as the flight attendants would be busy serving drinks to the other pa.s.sengers. This was a brief window of opportunity to do so.

Of course, they could always go into the lavatory to do so but why? 

The lavatory was cramped and hot. Not to mention the germs going about in there. She wanted the experience of having s.e.x at an alt.i.tude of 30,000 feet - an experience that is said to be much more stimulating and exciting. 

Something about the pressure of the cabin and all, which would make the o.r.g.a.s.m even more explosive. Sayuri could say that the earlier experience seemed to indicate that it was all true.

This position, on the chair, was more comfortable … and more exciting.

The possibility of getting caught.

Doing it in public.

Covertly.

Before Kyle could answer, she had already gone down slowly, and he felt that deliciously warm, wet and tight cave enveloping his raging hard-on. He stifled a groan as he closed his eyes, clenching the sides of the blanket.

Sayuri was also feeling it, how he filled her up, touching every single point and going in deep. She bit her lower lips so hard that it felt like she had drawn blood. 

It just felt so good. 

She just sat there at first, not moving while both of them got used to the sensation. Both opened their eyes at the same time and all sense of rationality flew out of their minds. They started kissing pa.s.sionately, and he grabbed her by her *ss as she moved up and down.

She didn't just move up and down, she also flexed and rotated, making the entire sensation more incredible. Despite their desire raging on between them, they were still able to have some rationality of thought not to make it loud. 

The intense kissing stopped Sayuri from cursing out like normal, and Kyle's hands helped the normal 'slapping sounds of two flesh colliding hard' to be muted. His fingers clenched on her ample *ss cheeks even more when he felt her cave tightening, a sign that she was going to climax.

Her movements became more frantic, faster and harder as she sucked and bit on his tongue. The moment she climaxed, she stopped moving, her knees weak. However, that didn't mean she had actually stopped for Kyle's hands didn't.

He continued to have her plunge into him over and over through her wave, causing her to feel the wave increasing again. The sensations were so incredible that she climaxed again, harder this time, and felt his warm seed spurting deep inside.