Erotic Stories: "flour shop new york"

flour shop new york stars pilot Natalie in the cockpit of a private jet at 30,000 feet. Autopilot engaged, she unzips her uniform, revealing lace beneath. The hum of engines matches her vibrator at first in flour shop new york, but soon her co-pilot’s hands replace silicone. Turbulence rocks them harder together in flour shop new york, seatbelt signs long ignored. At cruising altitude in flour shop new york, they join the mile-high club with muffled cries against the yoke, clouds rushing past windows as they come undone together.