>Don't care. Not buying into your obvious PUMP and DUMP SCAM.
"You got over what happened last time?" he asked with a smile.
Indeed, we had gotten caught by an Asian flight attendant on our way to Bangkok, giving her quite a shock, so I had told him that we probably shouldn't make an habit of having sex on the plane. He didn't agree with me and had tried to get me to do it again since then.
"It was mortifying," I said, feeling him start to harden, "but I guess after tonight's show, you deserve to relax a bit."
"So do you. Cause I don't fancy flying solo," he smiled.
He gave out another sigh and I saw his eyes close tighter as he pushed the back of his head into the seat. I watched his gorgeous face as I continued rubbing him. I was just loving the feeling of running my hand over his big pole.
Up and down I stroked him, eventually working him up to a full-blown erection. I could feel his cock head poking out of his underwear and squeezed it, feeling his thick precum coat my fingertips. I started pulling down his boxer-briefs until I was holding his hard flesh, with the denim of his jeans rubbing against the back of my hand.
"Mark," he sighed, placing his hand over his crotch so he could feel my movements.
I started to quicken the pace and I could tell that he was slowly starting to rock his hips back and forth, getting himself more and more lost in the sensations.
I leaned in very close to him and whispered into his ear. "I love your big cock, babe. I love feeling it hard and wet in my hand."
"Feels so good."
I then began to suck his earlobe with my lips, which I knew he loved.
"How about you take it in your mouth now?" he interrupted, a bit louder than he had wanted to.
I smiled and moved my lips down his neck, knowing how much he liked it.
"I'm getting there," I whispered.
He opened his eyes and looked intensely into mine. "Please, babe, don't make me beg," he said, responding to my words and my rapidly moving hand.
