Mile High Wings

The seat under my bare ass heaved upward at almost the same time as Ben thrust his dick into my pussy; it took my breath away and I moaned and giggled at the same time. It got me a slap on the rear which hurt as it was on the hip more than buttock.

“Shut up woman” Ben looked up and through the windscreen, “We’re going to have to stop this.” His next thrust was so powerful that I thought he was trying to enter my uterus and gave lie to that last threat.

Once again the seat bucked; it was as if we were on a violent fairground ride instead of flying at seven thousand feet above the Mediterranean Sea.

“Fuck it” grunted my lover as he struggled to maintain his balance and the magical rhythm of pistoning his meat inside me. His body slammed into the rear bulkhead.