Chapter 669 - Mile-High Club (R18) (1/2)

Kyle's smoldering bedroom eyes became darker at that promise and he hissed inwardly as she cupped his balls and raging hard-on.

In one swift move, he claimed her lips, plunging his tongue deep inside and wreaking havoc while his hands fondled her breast and pinching her nipples. As she moaned deep in her throat, Kyle released her lips and said, ”Prelude to Mile-High Club.”

He quickly walked away, expertly avoiding her hands that were ready to crush his family jewels for teasing her so.

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By the time they were sitting in first class, Kyle was reading to grab onto Sayuri, push her onto the back of the airplane seat and thurst into her, not caring about any sort of audience.

All the way to the airport, through the immigration counter and in the airport lounge, she had been teasing him endlessly. She wore a push-up bra, a low-cut V blouse, and a short skirt that blew against the wind.

Didn't help that she told him she wasn't wearing any underwear.

She would occasionally brush against him with her breast, or her juicy *ss that he knew was naked under the skirt. Sometimes, the skirt would ride up high, and he glared at her, thinking of what sort of show she would be giving to any guy sitting in front of her.

Constantly having to clench his leg muscles throughout the entire journey to the cabin made him walk slightly funny, too.

And that Devil Woman was having the time of her life indeed.

The moment they took off and the seatbelt sign was off, Sayuri lifted the divider between them. Sayuri was at the window seat, so she turned and leaned against the wall of the airplane, and placed her legs on his lap.

To be more accurate, her legs were placed against the divider on Kyle's side and her knees slightly bent upwards over his thigh. She then took the blanket, opened it up from its sterile wrapping and placed it across their laps and her legs.

Kyle edged closer towards Sayuri, and immediately attacked her sopping wet cave, his thumb rubbing around her clit. He ran his fingers all over from the clit to the entrance of her cave, getting them nice and wet before he inserted one finger into her waiting cave.

Sayuri gave a slight gasp, enjoying the sensation though what she really wanted inside her was not his finger, but what she had in her hand. The warm, hard c*ck that she had released from the confines of his pants.

She placed her palm over it, feeling the pre-cum that was leaking out and stroking his c*ck slowly.

”You better not cum yet,” Sayuri said softly, ”It'll just dirty the blankets.”

Kyle clenched his jaw and glared at her.

”After teasing me so much, you dare ask that of me?” Kyle hissed, thinking she ought to be punished for that insane request.

Her breathing getting irregular, she parted her lips in an attempt to regulate it as Kyle inserted another finger and started moving inside faster while his thumb was still caressing the clit carefully.

Sayuri couldn't say anything more after that, focusing more on keeping quiet and not letting anyone else know what was going on. She had always been the noisy one, and holding back was truly difficult.

Just right after she climaxed, the flight attendant came over, asking them if they would like anything to drink. With a smile, not suspecting anything, she offered them orange juice, coffee or tea. Both shook their heads.