Rough Fuck on the plane

He walked around the car and climbed inside the back seat beside me. His clenched jaw and his clenched fist revealing his nerves and the way his eyes were narrowed made me frightened to look at him. I moved my eyes off him and turned to the window. I watched the busy streets of New York through the window and sighed.

Paul drove us to the airport. We got out of the car and walked to his private jet. The air hostess welcomed us with their sweet smile. We got inside and sat far from each other avoiding eye contact with each other. I was looking outside the window trying to forget everything and relax my mind.

All of a Sudden, A thought rushed to my brain. He said he moved on right! Let's see whether he truly moved on. I smirk when I think of what I'm going to do. I turned my head to look at Enzo who was staring at his laptop.

I stood up earning his full attention now; I pushed my hair back and took the glass of juice which was placed on the stand. I pressed the edge of the glass to my