Night Flight

Joe Gere strides into the lost and found office, his luggage vanished somewhere in the airport chaos. Behind the counter sits Leigh Erickson, all easy charm and knowing eyes. No trace of Joe's bag, but Leigh offers something else—a thick, insistent cock that Joe drops to his knees for, lips parting eagerly to take it in. The suction builds, wet and rhythmic, Joe's mouth working with hungry precision. Then the door swings open. Flight attendant Melchor pauses, eyes widening before a sly smile curves her lips. She locks the door and steps in, shedding her uniform jacket in one fluid motion. Leigh pulls her onto the desk, hikes up her skirt, and drives into her with steady thrusts. She gasps, legs wrapping tight around him, the wood creaking under their weight. Melchor's cries echo sharp and breathless as Leigh pounds deeper, her nails digging into his shoulders. When she shudders through her release, Leigh turns to Joe. He yanks open his desk drawer, revealing a massive dildo, ridged and unyielding. Joe bends over the desk, ass exposed and quivering. Leigh slicks it up and presses the head against Joe's entrance. Joe strains, muscles clenching in protest against the sheer girth. It stretches him wide, inch by brutal inch, until the burn makes him whimper. 'Hit these,' Leigh murmurs, pressing a bottle of poppers to Joe's nose. Joe inhales deep—the rush floods him, loosening every tense fiber. The dildo sinks in fully now, Leigh twisting it with expert control, sending sparks of pleasure-pain racing through Joe's core.