Domestic Flight

Jay Tee sets Carrie Emberlyn's carry-on inside her front door and stands there a second too long. They both feel the pull. Carrie tilts her red head, tits pushing against her uniform blouse. "Stay," she says. Jay knows the airline rule, knows one slip could ground them both, but those curves and that hungry look wipe the warning away. He steps in and she shuts the door with her ass. They kiss hard, tongues fighting, then she drops to her knees and pulls his cock out for a wet, noisy blowjob. Spit runs down her chin while she takes him deep, eyes locked on his. Jay lifts her onto the hallway table, hikes her skirt, and works two fingers into her tight ass, opening her up with slow pumps. She moans and pushes back, greedy for more. He trades fingers for his cock and fucks her ass deep, every thrust making her heavy tits bounce. Sweat, skin slapping, low dirty talk—they keep it quick and filthy so no one at work ever finds out.