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steaming juices. He pulls out. Slides his wet, sticky finger over the contours of my lips, quickly pulling it back when I open my mouth and attempt to swipe at it with my tongue. He sucks his fingers into his mouth, then leans in and kisses me, again, flicking his tongue over my lips, before easing it into my wet mouth, letting my tongue dance a sultry dance with his.
    With a low moan, I wrench my mouth away from his. “I can’t take much more of this, baby. It’s killing me.”
    He grins, inching his hand back up between my legs. “You can’t take much more of what?” He’s back at it again. Toying with my clit, my pussy lips, then the opening of my slit. “This?”
    â€œI’m sooo horny,” I whimper. “I want you to fuck me. I need your dick inside of me. Pleeeease.”
    â€œShhh. I know, baby. I know you want this hard dick. Daddy loves this pussy. Hot”—he plunges his fingers in, then pulls out—“wet”—he plunges them back in—“juicy”—he pulls out again. “Pussy.”
    I gasp, rolling into the swelling wave of pleasure. I am certain that the rest of the cabin can smell my arousal hanging heaving in the air. Its delicious scent filled with sweet musky need.
    Marcel teases my clit again. My body shivers. He knows I’m riding on the cusps of an orgasm. I’m panting now. My breasts heave up and down. My nipples tighten. My tongue slides out of my mouth. I am slowing unraveling. My whole body is on fire. I lust to have him fucking me, deep and hard, slapping my ass, and yanking my head back while he guts the back of my pussy, stretching it with his big hard dick.
    My hand slinks over into his lap, eagerly grabbing at the bulge in his sweats. Oh, how I love it when he travels in sweat pants. His long dick stretches along the inside of his left thigh. It’s as hard as granite.
    He presses his legs shut. My hand travels down the length of his wide shaft to the head of his dick, lightly squeezing. “You like that shit. See how fuckin’ hard you got that dick, baby?”
    â€œY-y-yes…oooh, your dick is so hard for me.”
    â€œYeah, that big dick’s all for you, baby. I can’t wait to get lost in all this wetness.” He thrusts his middle finger in deep, then out, then in, then out, exciting my slick opening and causing my legs to quiver. Marcel’s thumb flicks my clit. “I’ma fuck this pussy until you can’t stand. You want daddy to beat this shit up for you…?”
    Marcel’s long, talented fingers stroke me into a fever pitch, causing me to almost howl low in the back of my throat. I have to clamp my lips closed, bite down on them, to contain the gurgling sounds.
    â€œYeah, baby, give me that nut. Cum for daddy.”
    His fingers slip deep inside of me, stroking my walls, pressing down into my G-spot. My pussy matches the tug and pull of each thrust. I squirm. Wiggle my hips. Fuck into Marcel’s hand, deep and greedily.
    I snap my head back against the cushioned headrest. Close my eyes and imagine him deep inside of me. “Mmm. Aaah…”
    In a lust-induced fog, I let out another moan.
    â€œShhh,” Marcel whispers, swirling his two wet fingers over my clit. I bat my lids open, then sweep my eyes around the darkened cabin, hoping no one has heard me. “Give me that nut, baby…”
    He nibbles on my earlobe. His tongue darts in, causing me to squirm. “I bet they can smell your wet pussy.” His fingers click-click in and out of my wetness. He fucks into my heated center and now I have to wonder if what he says is true. That the flight crew can in fact smell how hot and wet and horny my cunt is.
    Marcel’s fingers run up and down the lips of my pussy before entering me again. It doesn’t take him long to find my spot, that fleshy sponge of swollen desire. He presses into it, strokes it. I whimper. I am thrusting