Night Flight - Enhanced

O.G. Johnson sinks back into his seat, but flight attendant Melchor is already there, kneeling swiftly between his thighs. He takes as much of that thick cock into his mouth as he can manage, lips stretching wide, tongue swirling with urgent hunger. Buster, spotting the scene from the row ahead, leans back with a sly grin and beckons them forward. They join him without a word, turning the tight space into a scorching tangle of three bodies. Hands roam freely now—gripping, stroking, pulling clothes aside. Melchor's mouth trades off between them, sucking one while fingering the other, breaths ragged and hot. O.G. thrusts deep into Buster's willing grip, the air thick with moans that echo like a forbidden symphony at thirty thousand feet.