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down, and fly. No nosy stewardess walking the aisle, and we can be as loud as we want. It's been a long time since I've flown anywhere, but I still remember vividly the exasperation that accompanied my flight.
    Taking in my surroundings, I'm even more impressed than I was back in the suite - a leather couch sits against one wall, with small tables planted in front of it. Leather chairs are placed throughout the cabin, and a flat screen TV is set into a wall at the end. The floor is a soft, white carpet, and a bar is near the door to the restroom at the back. We take our seats in the leather chairs, equipped with seat belts for takeoff and landing, and buckled ourselves in. Once we'd gotten into the air and steadied, Will stands up and walks to the bar. "A drink for the lady?" He asks.
    I accept his offer, and unbuckle from the seat to sit on the couch. Will walks over to sit down next to me and hands me a drink. "Are you trying to get me drunk, Mr. Schallert?" I ask seductively, looking at him with big round eyes.
    "Maybe." he replies coyly, but with a straight face, taking a sip from his glass. I keep my eyes trained on him until I see a hint of a laugh begin to break through his straight-laced expression.
    "So you actually have your own airplane," I say, more matter-of-factly than questioningly. He laughs the statement off quietly, his expression slightly embarrassed. "So it seems.”
    "Then it's just us three, you and me and the pilot?"
    "Unless we've got a stowaway, yes."
    "What about... privacy? Can we do anything what we want?"
    He straightens out his posture and clears his throat. "That depends on what you have in mind."
    Reaching over, Will turns a dial on the wall and dims the lights. I still feel nervous, worried about the turbulence of the plane, especially after the poor weather I saw yesterday, but any thoughts I have dissolve as I nuzzle into the crook of Will's neck, mumbling softly, "I had you in mind."
    His arms reach out and wrap around my neck, and my heart flutters. Our lips share a long, slow kiss, and he pushes for me to lie down on the long, soft couch. Flat on my back, sprawled out, with my head on a pillow, I bend my head back and bare my neck with hungry eyes begging him to take me. My body trembles with how badly I want to feel his touch.
    Will leans down over me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head. I'm calmed by the comfort of being held down by a strong man's bare hands. His free hand loosens the buttons of my shirt, exposing my bra. He peels down the front and I feel his breath blow coolly over my nipple. My body shivers, goose bumps rising all over me.
    Will's tongue flicks out against my pink nub, and I moan at the contact. One step ahead of me, I see his pants are already unbuttoned, and he reaches down to expose his long, hard cock to the airplane's cabin. Still pinning my wrists down, he shimmies his pants down his legs and pulls aside my panties. Slowly, softly, Will presses his tip into me, and I'm wet to the touch. I begin to roll and rock back and forth on the couch, his body still on top of me, stretching down as far as I can to envelop his cock as deeply as he'll let me.
    His grip loosens, and losing all inhibition I push myself into him, letting him deep inside me. My eyes roll back in my head as I pant feverishly. We fuck hard, our moans and pants echoing throughout the cabin with the sound of the engines. Our bodies' motion matched by the shaking turbulence of the flight.
    Will pulls out, and I sit up, leaning forward and pressing him back against the other end of the couch. I grab his shaft and put my head down onto it, licking the tip lightly, and then taking it deep in my throat. I gag almost right away, but I don't let up. I want to make Will feel good.
    "Fuck, Bayli," Will cries.
    His chest heaves up and down as he breaths heavily.
    Ahh, I gasp, looking up from his cock. He reaches forward and tangles a fist in my hair, keeping me where I am. Will's cock pulses in
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