She had on a kind of short red and white flair dress . The dress was kind of short about 6 inches above her knee and he could see she had a nice pair ...f legs.He could tell she had had several drinks already as right away she was very friendly and flirtatious. He noticed the plane was only partially full and there was no one sitting in front of them or across the aisle from them. After introductions and some small talk she obviously had noticed no one around them also and joked saying it must be. She let her fingers roam downwards to her center. She was wet, already aroused, she could feel her index finger slide into her core effortlessly. “Wet, so wet.” She murmured to no one in particular, her breasts heaving against the tautness of the fabric of her shirt. She circled her clit, slowly, enjoying the minute shocks that the organ was sending to her, she felt her buttocks lift up off the sheets, and she plunged her fingers in deeper. More, she wanted more! She stuck one finger into her. Feeling the swollen helmet against her labes, Hillary shovedher fat ass back, sucking an inch or so of Dante’s thick black fuckpole into her wet snatch. He let her have some of his meat for asecond or two before drawing back and making her scoot back furtherfor it, like her puss was begging his black cock to fuck it. “Comeon, baby, back here,” he kept on jeering. She desperately tried toengulf his prick with her fat cunt. “Fat freaky bitch can’t find mydick. "You wish I would scoot round you, kneel myself down and suck you, don't you?"I hear you exhale, and you push your head back and your hips out."Oh no, lad, no. I'm not going to suck you. I won't suck you hard and deep with my pussy dripping and ready for you to enter me. But I know you'd like that, wouldn't you?"I keep biting you, tiny little razors of desire prickling your neck, my breath flooding your skin with molten lust.I move my face around to your right side, my right arm reaching down.