Chapter 15 The Air Hostess (2)

• Charles’s grip tightened in Victoria’s hair as she sucked him, her mouth hot and eager, but he couldn’t wait any longer—he needed more. With a low growl, he pulled her off his dick, a wet pop echoing as her lips released him. She looked up, breathless, spit glistening on her chin, and he stood, towering over her for a moment. His hand gestured sharply toward the plush leather chair he’d been lounging in, a silent command. “Lie down,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust, and Victoria obeyed, rising gracefully to her feet.
• She settled onto the chair, reclining back against the cool leather, her thick thighs parting wide to reveal her shaved pussy—smooth, glistening, and ready for him. Charles stepped between her legs, his thick, long dick bobbing as he moved, still slick from her mouth. He lined himself up, the swollen cap nudging her entrance, and then thrust in—slow at first, stretching her tight pussy inch by inch. Victoria moaned, a soft, drawn-out sound that filled the cabin, her walls clenching around him as he filled her completely. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered, his hands gripping her hips as he started to move, pumping into her with steady, deep strokes.
• Her fingers slid down between her legs, finding her clit and flicking it in quick little circles, her moans growing louder, breathier, as the pleasure built. Her tits bounced with every thrust—round and full, the nipples thick and hard, standing out like dark, needy peaks against her flushed skin. They were so pretty, swaying hypnotically as Charles fucked her, his eyes darting between her face, her pussy, and those perfect breasts. She arched her back, pushing them up higher, and he couldn’t resist—his hands left her hips to cup them, thumbs brushing her nipples, making her gasp and tighten even more around his dick.