Latin MILF gets fucked in an airplane
Title: “Mile High Club: A Latin MILF’s Naughty Skies”
Meet Carmen, a voluptuous 45-year-old Latin MILF with an insatiable appetite for pleasure. Divorced and childless, she lives life to the fullest, indulging in every decadent fantasy that crosses her mind. And right now, as she boards a stuffed international flight in her tight red dress and 6-inch heels, Carmen has one thing on her mind – dick.
The aircraft ascends into the night sky, leaving the bustling city lights behind. As the ‘Fasten Seatbelt’ sign chimes off, Carmen saunters down the crowded aisle in search of her prey. Her tigress eyes zero in on an attractive, well-built black man sitting alone towards the back. The perfect target.
“Is this seat taken?” Carmen purrs, jutting out her ample cleavage as she gestures to the open space beside him. The man, Darnell, trips over his words, flabbergasted by the sheer sex oozing from Carmen’s pores. “No, please, be my guest,” he stammers.
Carmen takes the seat, crossing her shapely legs so her dress rides up dangerously high on her thick thighs. Darnell can barely hide his growing bulge as his eyes shamelessly roam her curvaceous figure. “I’m Carmen, by the way,” she says seductively, leaning in close. “And you are?”
“Darnell,” he replies, voice husky. “Pleasure to meet you, Carmen.”
“Likewise…” Carmen’s fingers begin to sensually stroke Darnell’s muscular, inked forearm as she adds with a wink, “…in more ways than one, I hope.”
Darnell’s manhood twitches eagerly at her brazen, carnal invitation. The sexual tension is so palpable, the thin, stuffy air seems to crackle with it. Without much more coaxing, the pair decides to slip off to the aircraft lavatory for some unbridled, salacious mile-high fun.
As soon as the door locks behind them, Carmen pins Darnell up against it, her lush body pressing into his fit frame. Their lips collide in a hungry, lustful kiss, tongues dancing and twining. Carmen’s deft hands find their way inside Darnell’s shirt, greedily exploring all the hard planes and ridges of his chest and abs.
Darnell cannot resist groping and squeezing Carmen’s outrageous curves, drinking in the taste of her sweet mouth. Her fingers fumble with his belt and zipper, while his hands grope and knead her ass, pawing at her through the thin fabric of her dress. She frees his impressive black cock, stroking it hungrily in her soft palm.
“I’ve been dying to suck this huge dick,” Carmen moans, slowly lowering herself to her knees. She looks up at Darnell through bedroom eyes as her tongue laves the bulging veins coursing along his thick shaft. “Mmm, you taste so good…”
She takes him deep into her mouth, plunging her head down again and again. Her plump lips stretch obscenely around his width as she pushes him into the back of her throat. Carmen gags a little but powers on, giving him the most sensitive spot just on the underside, her tongue swirling sinfully.
“Ohh fuck, your mouth…” Darnell groans, fisting a hand in Carmen’s raven hair as she blows him with gusto. Hearing him moan for her, Carmen redoubles her efforts, sucking him like a goddamn Hoover. Her free hand cups and rolls his balls, while the other fiendishly strokes the part of his dick not shoved down her throat. She slurps and suckles lewdly, hollowing her cheeks with need.
Carmen pulls off every so often to lick greedily at the pearly beads of pre lubing his cockhead. “Mmmm,” she hums around him, savoring his musky-bitter taste on her tongue. “I bet you’re just dying to feel this hot mouth around your hard cock,” she tells him throatily between sucks. “Fuck my face, stud. Break my throat and pump me full of your hot spunk…”
Lost in ecstasy, Darnell happily complies. He begins rutting fiercely into Carmen’s willing mouth, spitting her along his shaft while his hips piston forward. Saliva dribbles down her chin as he took what she so naughtily offered.
“That’s it, baby,” she encourages him dazedly, eyes watering. “Fuck my whore mouth just like that. Oh, you taste so fucking good… I could suck this cock all goddamn night!”
Darnell grunts, fucking Carmen’s face even more vigorously. The edges of the pornographic scene begin to blur together, losing focus as the mind’s eye supplying the dirty documenting goes hazy with euphoria. More raunchy acts follow, but any details are hard to discern through the KO’d lust of the writer’s muddled thoughts, which is really just very kind of an excuse to end a tale you can now fill in the sexy, sordid blank for yourself.
The heated, filthy encounter in that lofty lavatory reaches its most explosive, splattered conclusion. Carmen and Darnell just barely manage to make themselves presentable enough to slink back to their seats before the lavatory clock runs out. Satisfied and glowing, they both give secretive, knowing smiles to each other, their hands brushing suggestively as they settle back in for the remainder of the journey. The rest of the flight is enjoyed in blissful, naughty afterglow as a whopper of a new air miles experience.
