Your pussy lips were on fire and soaking in your moisture. I dipped one finger into your pussy, and took a brief hiatus in my teasing you just so I co...ld feel your moisture on my own lips.“Gosh, you are delicious like that,” I whispered slurping my fingers. “I can never spend enough time tasting your juices.”“Fuck, be my guest,” you said quietly.My hand was back in your crotch, where I slowly began to rub your moisture up and around your clitoris, staying far enough away from it that I could. She was getting seriously hot. She was near orgasm.Climbing between her thighs, I positioned myself for the plummet. She let go of her legs, letting them drape along mine as she took hold of my cock and guided it."Yes," she cried as my thick head barely squeezed in. She didn't seem to mind the tightness. I certainly didn't mind. We kissed hard for a few moments, but we needed our air passages cleared for all the heavy breathing. I made my descent, opening her up to more of my pussy filler. Once. It was less than five minutes later that the Air Traffic Controller in Swanwick was asked by her boss, “Why are you holding a Purple flight on the ground at Heathrow? Didn’t you know that Royalty have priority?”“It’s OK, boss,” she replied cheerfully, “It’s only an equipment positioning move, there is nobody flying on it.”“In that case, why is a Royal Princess having a hissy fit in the super-VIP lounge?”“Oh, shit!”The Ground Hostess rushed up to Sharifa and Nicola smiling broadly, “The flight. I must have gone off to sleep almost straight away.I started to come around and I could hear a couple of female voices, but I wasnt sure at the time if it was a dream or they were there."Wow, he's got a big one"."I'll see if I can get it all out" said the other "I'll try and pull his shorts down, get ready to run if he wakes up"At this point I could feel my shorts being pulled down, and I realised I had a hard on. I decided to keep my eyes closed to see where this went."Wow I can see all of it.