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finger lightly trails the rim of my honey-slick lips. I close my eyes. Let myself inhale. I slide down in my seat, inviting him in.
    â€œNah, baby,” he says low in my ear. The deep, richness of his voice scorches over me like melted Belgian chocolate. “I want you to keep them pretty eyes open.”
    My lids flutter open. I bite into my bottom lip. Fight back a moan as his finger dips into my slit, stirs into my juices, then quickly pulls out. He’s going to tease me, taunt me, edge me, until I scream out and can no longer hold on.
    My body grows warm.
    â€œLook at me, baby.”
    I don’t right away. I need a moment. But Marcel makes it excruciatingly difficult to think straight, lightly pinching my pussy lips together with his finger and thumb. “You want my fingers fucking this hot cunt, baby? This sweet, slutty pussy?”
    He’s already sliding two fingers in, deep.
    â€œOh G-god, yes.” I bite into my bottom lip to keep from screaming out.
    â€œOpen your eyes and look at me then.” My pussy clenches and unclenches ready to burst open as his hand pumps hard, fast. He knows I am on the verge. He slows his pace. Tells me he won’t let me come until I do as he’s asked. Open my eyes.
    I blink. Breathlessly, I turn my head toward him. Eyes delving into mine, he pulls his hand out from beneath the blanket and eases his cum-coated finger into his mouth, tasting me. He licks his lips before leaning in and softly pressing them over mine, the tip of his tongue flicks, and my lips part to greet it, welcoming him—and the taste of me—in to deepen his kiss. I suck on his bottom lip, then his top lip, pulling them into my wet, wanting mouth. Oooh, I love this man.
    A moan rolls its way up through the pit of my stomach, burns through my chest, then lodges itself in the back of my throat. I gasp. My eyes roll up in the back of my head, spin around in their sockets, then spring open.
    â€œOoh, please, baby…”
    Marcel grins. “Please, baby, what? What, you don’t like me fingering you?”
    â€œNo, yes…ooh, please…mmm…”
    â€œI love playin’ in this pussy,” he whispers into my ear. The pad of his finger sweeps over my clit. His breath warms my neck as he continues to whisper dirty talk in my ear. “You got my dick so fuckin’ hard. I’ma fuck the shit out you, baby. Mmm. This wet pussy. So fuckin’…hot…” His finger strokes my clit in small circles, pressing ever so lightly, before dipping back into my slit.
    A soft moan escapes me.
    â€œShhh, baby,” he says soothingly, even as he slips a second, then third finger into my snug pussy. “You want the other passengers to hear you?”
    Although the only ones on our flight besides Marcel and me are the flight attendant and the two pilots, his question is a part of the game. Pretending we’re flying with a bunch of other passengers. The threat, the fear, of being watched by others is like an aphrodisiac. The thought of being secretly watched, or overheard, is intoxicating.
    â€œN-no,” I push out, shaking my head. I am relieved that we are traveling at night and the interior of the cabin is dimly lit. But in my mind’s eye it is the glow of complimentary notebook screens and personal laptops of other passengers lighting the cabin. “But, but…ooh…” Three fingers are now two. “Ooh…ooh…I’m so hot… my pus…sssssy…” Two fingers are now one, again.
    I hum deep in my throat.
    â€œShhh. Milk my finger like you do my dick.” He eases his finger all the way out to the tip, teasing my slit, then pushes in his middle and index fingers. My walls clamp around his probing digits, the mouth of my pussy slurping his fingers in. “Yeah, baby. That’s it. Just like that.”
    â€œAah…mmm…”
    He finger-fucks me slowly, purposefully, as my pussy floods with