She was sitting on the edge of my bed, intrigued now but confused. I was pacing the room, unable to contain my nervous energy. "You know, how they're ...upposed to be... better?" Comprehension washed over her face, and she broke out in a wide smile. Then the questions came like machine-gun fire. "You got laid this weekend? Fuck! That's awesome! Who was it? Was it really an older guy? Was it good? Did you cum? Tell me, girl! Details!" I sat next to her on the bed and she bounced on the mattress. She followed him to the back of the plane when they got to a door of the handicapped restroom; Dave slid open the door he led her in. Once in the restroom they quickly lost their inhibitions. Dave pushed her back onto the sank, pulling down her shorts exposing her black hairless pussy. Dropping to his knees he quickly started fingering her, first one then two as he begins to shove his fingers deeper and deeper into her tight little kitty, lifting one leg and draping it over his shoulder. Uske baad main aur meri saali ghar par akele the; maine usko pucha coffee piyogi; to wo samajh gayi ki main kya pooch raha hun.Usne bola ki “try kar sakti hun” ; main samajh gaya ki wo bhi interested hai. Main turant bedroom main gaya aur coffee flavoured condom nikal kar pehen liya…aur chadar ke andar bistar par letkar usko aawaaj di ki ” coffee ready hai”; but sharmate huye aayi ; aur boli ki dikhao; maine chadar hataya; aur mujhe dekhar thoda sharma gayi; but phir aakar boli ki use pina hia. It didn't take long before I was groaning with pleasure not caring who heard me or who might look in through the windshield. I squirted like a fountain covering the leather of his seats with my juices. He still didn't stop torturing my very sensitive clit with his tongue telling me he wouldn't stop until I climaxed again. He was no longer hard so I knew more fucking was out of the question. But that didn't stop him from adding more fingers up my snatch as he was still flicking my clit with his.