Foursome - Episode 7

Four of us piled into the cramped jet cabin and stripped without hesitation. The guy in the window seat buckled my wrists to the armrests, then peeled off my dress, leaving me bare except for the seatbelt cutting across my tits. He pushed my knees apart and slid two fingers inside me while the engines roared. Across the aisle his girlfriend rode the other roommate reverse-cowgirl, her ass flexing each time the plane dipped. When we hit turbulence she came hard, biting her lip so the pilot wouldn’t hear. Later the girls turned the bedroom into a battleground—pillows flying, bare breasts bouncing, nipples stiff from the chill. Sweat-slick skin slapped as we swung and wrestled. The new girl slipped in during round three, shy smile, nothing under her silk robe. She dropped it at the door and crawled onto the bed, tasting each of us in turn while the rest of us watched and touched ourselves, waiting our turn.