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got excited, or hadn’t fucked her in more than a day, he was practically hung like a two liter bottle.
Before Brad, Courtney didn’t believe there was such a thing as too big, as long as she could open her mouth wide enough to slide it inside and wrap it with her lips. But Brad, or at least the Red Breath inside him, challenged her assumptions. Most days she felt like the luckiest girl in the world, but after a too-long day — either from work or Brad going for thirds or fourths — it felt like he was trying to wedge her body in half with the fatter side of a bat.
“Excuse me?” Courtney said, holding her hand up to a passing flight attendant. “Would you mind grabbing me a pillow and blanket?”
“Of course,” the flight attendant said, her glance falling to Brad’s still — and now more obviously throbbing cock —before quickly flitting away. An old lady one row across the aisle smiled at Courtney, looking as if she wanted to say something, but Courtney turned her eyes toward Brad before the old woman said a word.
The flight attendant returned a minute later with Courtney’s blanket and pillow. She said thank you, waited for the attendant to leave, then set the pillow behind Brad’s head and draped the blanket over them both. Her hand slithered beneath Brad’s side of the blanket, then unbuttoned his pants, reached into boxers, slipped his cock through the hole, and started to wake her best friend and lover with a handjob.
She didn’t start stroking immediately, just a bit of gentle squeezing along his shaft, brushing her thumb against the top of his head. He was impossibly hard, at least she would have thought it was impossible had Courtney not felt his hammer inside her for the last year — the biggest and hardest she ever had, and was certain she ever would, even if they were to break up tomorrow.
She adjusted her weight, turning toward Brad and away from the aisle. He moaned, slowly waking as her hand held his looser skin at the bottom, then pinched it lightly before raising her slackened palm back to the top where she twisted his dick in slow, rhythmic circles. He was now awake, but quiet, his body churning beneath her and cock growing even thicker in her hand as she wrapped her palm more tightly around it, moving it up slowly, around, then quickly back to the base.
“Faster,” he whispered.
“Like this?” Courtney blew into his ear, stroking him faster.
“Yes,” Brad said through heavy breath.
“I want you to spill under the blanket,” Courtney purred, still in his ear. “Will you shoot your cum all over my hands?”
Courtney was oven-hot, suddenly wondering what she was doing giving him an old fashioned when she could have woken Brad and dragged him into the bathroom. She was in her 30s, and had yet to join the Mile High Club. Then again, with the force of his usual fucking and inevitable blast, Courtney could see him alerting the entire plane to their coitus at best, and sending it into a tailspin at worst.
She was a minute from milking cum from his tip, but knew it would be several endless hours until she got hers.
Courtney stroked faster, hoping she could finish him off in enough time to chance seconds in the bathroom, when the old lady from one row across inexplicably engaged her in conversation.
“Have you ever been to Florida before?” the old woman asked.
Courtney ignored her, shifting in her seat so she was facing Brad even more than she already was, but the old woman reached across the aisle and tugged at her shirt to get her attention.
“Excuse me, Miss?” Courtney looked over and the woman repeated, “Have you ever been to Florida before?”
“Um ... yes, several times,” she said, then turned back to Brad.
“I’ve never been. Is it nice?”
“Don’t even think about fucking answering her,” hissed Brad from his seat.
“I’ve never been,” the old woman repeated. “Is it nice?”
“It’s
Before Brad, Courtney didn’t believe there was such a thing as too big, as long as she could open her mouth wide enough to slide it inside and wrap it with her lips. But Brad, or at least the Red Breath inside him, challenged her assumptions. Most days she felt like the luckiest girl in the world, but after a too-long day — either from work or Brad going for thirds or fourths — it felt like he was trying to wedge her body in half with the fatter side of a bat.
“Excuse me?” Courtney said, holding her hand up to a passing flight attendant. “Would you mind grabbing me a pillow and blanket?”
“Of course,” the flight attendant said, her glance falling to Brad’s still — and now more obviously throbbing cock —before quickly flitting away. An old lady one row across the aisle smiled at Courtney, looking as if she wanted to say something, but Courtney turned her eyes toward Brad before the old woman said a word.
The flight attendant returned a minute later with Courtney’s blanket and pillow. She said thank you, waited for the attendant to leave, then set the pillow behind Brad’s head and draped the blanket over them both. Her hand slithered beneath Brad’s side of the blanket, then unbuttoned his pants, reached into boxers, slipped his cock through the hole, and started to wake her best friend and lover with a handjob.
She didn’t start stroking immediately, just a bit of gentle squeezing along his shaft, brushing her thumb against the top of his head. He was impossibly hard, at least she would have thought it was impossible had Courtney not felt his hammer inside her for the last year — the biggest and hardest she ever had, and was certain she ever would, even if they were to break up tomorrow.
She adjusted her weight, turning toward Brad and away from the aisle. He moaned, slowly waking as her hand held his looser skin at the bottom, then pinched it lightly before raising her slackened palm back to the top where she twisted his dick in slow, rhythmic circles. He was now awake, but quiet, his body churning beneath her and cock growing even thicker in her hand as she wrapped her palm more tightly around it, moving it up slowly, around, then quickly back to the base.
“Faster,” he whispered.
“Like this?” Courtney blew into his ear, stroking him faster.
“Yes,” Brad said through heavy breath.
“I want you to spill under the blanket,” Courtney purred, still in his ear. “Will you shoot your cum all over my hands?”
Courtney was oven-hot, suddenly wondering what she was doing giving him an old fashioned when she could have woken Brad and dragged him into the bathroom. She was in her 30s, and had yet to join the Mile High Club. Then again, with the force of his usual fucking and inevitable blast, Courtney could see him alerting the entire plane to their coitus at best, and sending it into a tailspin at worst.
She was a minute from milking cum from his tip, but knew it would be several endless hours until she got hers.
Courtney stroked faster, hoping she could finish him off in enough time to chance seconds in the bathroom, when the old lady from one row across inexplicably engaged her in conversation.
“Have you ever been to Florida before?” the old woman asked.
Courtney ignored her, shifting in her seat so she was facing Brad even more than she already was, but the old woman reached across the aisle and tugged at her shirt to get her attention.
“Excuse me, Miss?” Courtney looked over and the woman repeated, “Have you ever been to Florida before?”
“Um ... yes, several times,” she said, then turned back to Brad.
“I’ve never been. Is it nice?”
“Don’t even think about fucking answering her,” hissed Brad from his seat.
“I’ve never been,” the old woman repeated. “Is it nice?”
“It’s
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