An old Marine Pilot sat down at the Starbucks, still wearing his old USMC flight jacket and ordered a cup of coffee. As he sat sipping his coffee, a y...ung woman sat down next to him. She turned to the pilot and asked, “Are you a real pilot?”He replied, ‘Well, I’ve spent my whole life flying planes, first Stearmans, then the early Grummans ... flew a Wildcat and Corsair in WWII, and later in the Korean conflict, Banshees and Cougars. I’ve taught more than 260 people to fly and given rides to. All this time, Pratham was constantly fucking me from behind. Slaps were being heard in my bedroom as he spanked my ass.Unlike Sameer, Rahul started roughly. He took my mouth and started fucking it hard. With every thrust, he was pushing as much as possible inside my mouth. Each thrust was hitting my throat. He was in no mood for slow fun and just wanted to fill my mouth as soon as possible.I put my arms around his waist, signalling him to go deep. He took a small pause and suddenly, with one. I felt his lips on my inner thighs and I moaned loudly, surprising myself. Sam kissed his way up to my engorged lips. They glistened with my juices. I grabbed at the sheets, twisting them in my fingers and sweaty palms. I’d never felt anything so amazing as his broad tongue licking and lapping at my sopping slit. Then my whole world was sent spinning. He brought his fingers into play, gently parting my petals like a blossoming flower. With my pussy open and so wet, he smoothly inserted a finger. OWW... Oww... oh... it hurts ...”“I’m pleased it does!”“Master... oooohhhh... Master... I beg you... sto... oooppp... “Captain Varian grinned hugely. He loved to hear them plead ... and then go on smacking and smacking. Harder and harder, if possible. Seeing the bottom cheeks changing from pink to red. Feeling the skin of the bottom getting hotter and hotter. Feeling his own palm warming up. Oh lovely... lovely!“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?”Smack... smack! Oww... ah... yes....