“Leave. Now.”“All right, fine, suit yourself,” he man said and I heard him drive off.Once in the clear, I felt him relax and push my hair back...to prevent it from getting slobbery.“You’re evil, you know that?” he said.I slid off his cock to catch my breath and speak. “Sorry, would you rather I-”“I didn’t say stop,” he interrupted, gently guiding himself back into my mouth.I rotated my face and pushed the tip of his cock against the inside of my cheek, rubbing it against the soft skin within. He. As it goes past, you see a bloom of red hair attached to a woman tied to the pilots chair. There's no redheads in this film, nor plane stunts, and no way she can pilot that tied up.You haul the bike up and rev it started. Willie looks startled. "You can't jump on without wrecking the bike!" You smirk at him "It's scrap parts anyway!" you shout as you gun it onto the runway and after the plane. They'll either have to fire you, or write this in, you can't just let a hot chick like that crash. I sense, rather than see, your head lower until you capture my mouth with yours, tongues entwining with moist, erotic purpose. The taste of you is both familiar and potent. You’re like a fine wine that I can’t get enough of. One sip, two sips, leave me thirsting for more, delightfully tipsy, my senses awakening. The more I drink, the headier you become and I want to gulp you down, no matter that you make my head spin and my caution disappear. Your hands move upwards from my belly as you soften. Se jyada ho gaya tha mai dana dan unki gand mare jaa raha tha kabhi kabhi jor ka jhatka marta to unke muh se aawaj aati uhhhh aaaahh ronit aur maar sali gand ko faad de.Esa karte karte hame karib 25 min hone ko aaye mai bhi apani charam seema par pahcuhne wala tha to maine ka aapki gand mai hi bhar deta hu wo boli ha ronit bhar de meri gand mai apana sara maal kar de use pura maine apane jhatke aur bada diye itne mai jor se mera fawaraaa nikala aur uski gand mai chala gaya aur unko ulta hi leta.