Night Flight - Enhanced

In the hushed dimness of the cabin, flight attendant Ron Pearson guides passenger Mark Miller toward the rear of the plane, his hand firm on Mark's elbow. The air hums with unspoken tension. Ron drops to his knees in one fluid motion, unzipping Mark's fly with eager fingers. He leans in, mouth enveloping Mark's hardening cock, slurping greedily, tongue swirling around the shaft as precum beads on the tip. Saliva glistens, trailing down as Ron bobs his head, taking him deeper with each rhythmic pull. But the moment hangs too precariously; Ron rises, tucking Mark away just enough, and steers him back to his seat amid the oblivious drone of engines. There, in the shadowed nook, Ron kneels again. He frees Mark's throbbing dick once more, lips sealing tight. He sucks with renewed fervor, cheeks hollowing, hand stroking the base in sync. Mark's breath catches—release surges, hot and pulsing, flooding Ron's mouth. He swallows every drop, a sly spark in his eye as he savors the illicit finish.