Night Flight - Enhanced

Buster slipped into the plane's cramped bathroom, hand already wrapped around his hardening length. He pumped steadily, eyes half-closed in the dim light, forgetting the lock in his haze of need. The door swung open. O.G. Johnson stood there, eyes narrowing with intent. Without a word, he stepped inside and clicked the door shut behind him. Buster's gaze dropped to the thick bulge straining O.G.'s pants—plenty to work with, and Buster liked it that way. He sank to his knees, lips parting eagerly as he took O.G. into his mouth, sucking with hungry rhythm, tongue swirling over every inch. But O.G. craved more. He hauled Buster up, spun him around, and bent him over the tiny sink. Pants shoved down, O.G. pressed in—slow at first, then deep, claiming every tight bit of Buster's ass with unyielding thrusts.