Gently, she cupped Rhys’ chin and applied pressure to his jaw. His mouth opened and she poured the flask’s contents down his throat. A good slap o... the back made sure he would swallow, not spit.He coughed again, groaning. The liquid tasted like something vile, long dead. But it had an immediate effect, relieving some of the pain. His cheeks flushed and suddenly, he clamped his hands over his crotch. “What in the blazing hells was that?” he complained.“A simple healing potion. And don’t worry.. A commuter jet full of hard cocks, aroused by your raw sex on a Friday night.The terminal is packed as you get off the escalator, and soon all eyes are onyour leggy, musky entrance there, with a few of the bolder, older remora fishfrom the plane offering to help get your bag, buy you a drink or drive you toyour hotel.You have no luggage and you have a lift you nervously tell them. Your juicesflow afresh, excited further by all the old, horny, sweaty suits touching yourarm, brushing their. Her breasts swung heavily. “Cup my tits and fuck me, brother.” She was as filthy as I had planned to make her. I loved to hear my sister talk dity.Mithali Didi groaned and moaned as we fucked. We weren’t making love, we were fucking. I was fucking her without mercy. Perhaps I was punishing her…for having fucked Anil bhaiya. That had given me chance to fuck her, but I was punishing her all the same.But she loved my brutal fucking. The harder I rammed into her; the tighter my grip on her hips and. Suddenly she stopped, and I let out an involuntary moan. She brought her feet down and sat up straight, and at the same time she made sure I saw her looking over my shoulder. I didn’t need to look to see what was going on, and grabbed my jacket and put it in my lap just as the conductor arrived.“Ticket, miss?” he said. She gave it to him, he punched it, said, “Thank you, enjoy your journey,” and left.I kept the jacket in my lap and looked at her, but she was busy with her phone again, acting as.