Night Flight

Buster slips into the plane's cramped bathroom, hand already wrapped around his cock, stroking with urgent need. He forgets the lock—careless, heated. The door swings open. O.G. Johnson stands there, eyes locking on the scene. A sly grin spreads. He steps inside, sealing them in tight quarters. Buster's gaze drops, hungry. He likes sucking cock, and O.G. delivers plenty—thick, veined, demanding. Buster drops to his knees, lips parting to take it deep, tongue swirling as O.G. groans low. But that's mere prelude. O.G. hauls him up, spins him around. Buster bends over the sink, pants shoved down, ass exposed. O.G. presses in, relentless, claiming every inch until Buster's filled to the hilt, the plane's hum masking their raw rhythm.