But then I heard a commotion coming down the aisle. And I could see a very attractive brunette hurrying, checking the overhead compartments for any ...mpty space. I admired her long toned legs, exposed by her skirt each time she swayed in the corridor…She was a very beautiful mature woman in her mid-forties.As she got closer I noticed her companion, a black man lugging several bags. Then they took the empty seats right by my side...Two minutes later, our plane started moving.A short while after. Her pussy muscles were milking me as I sliped further and further in. With action like that, I wasn’t going to last very much longer, so I figured I’d make it as good for her as I could. I reached up a grabbed a handful of her thick black hair, and yanked back as hard as I could as I thrust forward and buried my dick as deep as it could go. Her head jerked back and I held it there, pulling her hair as hard as I could and started pistoning in and out of her twat. She looked so hot like that,. It was empowering. I did that. I made him moan and made him want more.I worked up the nerve to put him in my mouth. I remember very distinctly thinking at that moment “cocksucker.” I had crossed another line and became a cocksucker. Nothing I ever did in life would change that.I took him deeply into my mouth and nearly gagged when his head hit the back of my throat. I wanted more. I really got into sucking his cock. I had always enjoyed watching women in videos sucking cock. Now I could. I finally know a secret she doesn’t. And it burns her up. I know it from the way she thrusts with erratic jabs, skewering my dark cavern over and over again as musky juice flows from my flared cunt like the river Styx, shuttling the name she wants further and further into the abyss. The last note of a song hits and I realize I know it. She used to play it on a Steinway. “What’s our name?” she screams one final time before flooding my guts with volcanic fire. I see white and everything starts.