The flight attendant gets her dose of sex before the long flight

The kitchen cabinets echo the thud of her knees hitting the tile floor, the stewardess’s uniform sharp against the stark white surfaces. Her blond ponytail swings as she cranes her neck back, lips puckering around the thick shaft of the pilot’s cock. Her eyes glisten with a mix of mascara and lust, taking him deep, gagging slightly as he hits the back of her throat. She pulls back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening head. “Fuck, you taste good,” she moans, licking her lips. The pilot, leaning against the counter, grins down at her, his hand clutching her hair. He thrusts forward, forcing her to take more, his balls slapping against her chin. She gags again, tears streaming down her face, but she doesn’t stop. Her hands roam his thighs, nails digging into his skin as she sucks him harder, faster. The sound of her slurping fills the kitchen, a filthy symphony of lust and need. His grip tightens, pulling her closer, his hips moving in a brutal rhythm, fucking her mouth with reckless abandon. She can feel his cock swelling, know he’s close. She redoubles her efforts, hollowing her cheeks, sucking him like her life depends on it. His groan fills the air, and he explodes, hot cum shooting down her throat. She swallows convulsively, taking every last drop, her eyes watering from the effort. As he pulls out, she gasps for breath, a thin line of cum dripping from her swollen lips. She looks up at him, a smirk playing on her lips, ready for whatever comes next.