The door is locked. I lean back against the wall, one foot propped on the toilet, legs spread in front of the mirror.
It’s a tight fit. Like you, inside me.
I move my panties aside and watch your parting gift drip between my thighs. Two fingers slide through the mess you’ve left. I gather it, push it back inside my drooling cunt.
My clit throbs. My pussy clenches around my fingers.
Trying to hold you in.
A ding. A light knock.
“Miss, the captain has turned on the seatbelt sign.”
Later, when they ask how my trip was, I grin.
“Fulfilling.”
