LOGINChapter 6 Angela’s pov The descent had officially begun, the plane dipping through the clouds and the cabin air getting heavier, but neither of them backed off. They were past caring about the seatbelt sign or the quiet cabin. The urge to finish before the wheels touched down made them desperate. “We don’t have time to take turns anymore,” Kylan rasped against my throat, his hands slick as he lifted my hips completely off the seat. “Get her up. We’re doing this together right now.” Dylan grabbed my waist, hauling me forward until I was sitting right at the edge of the flat cushions, my gown bunched uselessly around my ribs. He positioned himself behind me, slicking his cock with the wetness running down my thighs, while Kylan knelt directly in front, opening my knees as wide as the space allowed. What happened next was total terror. Dylan lined up against my stretched, dripping cunt, and Kylan brought his heavy head against the same tight opening. I shook my head, my
Chapter 5 Angela’s pov Dylan’s fingers went back to my clit, rubbing faster, slipping in the wet. “Come on his cock. Come again. I want to feel you squeeze him. Don’t make a sound when you do it.” I came a second time with Dylan’s fingers on my clit and Kylan’s cock stretching me. My cunt clenched hard around him and I moaned into Dylan’s mouth, shaking, grabbing the seat so tight my knuckles hurt. My thighs locked and unlocked. Wet ran down toward the leather. Kylan kept fucking me through it, whispering, “ That’s it. Come on my cock. You’re soaking me. I can feel Dylan’s cum and yours. Keep squeezing. Don’t stop.” Dylan pulled his mouth off mine just enough to say, “She’s coming again. Her whole body is shaking. Don’t stop. She’s dripping down to the seat.” Kylan didn’t stop until I was still twitching around him. Then he pulled out before he finished. He stroked his cock twice and painted my stomach and the inside of the gown so there was less chance it dripped on
Chapter 4 Angela’s pov Dylan fucked me in short, deep strokes so the seats would not thump, forehead against mine, telling me under his breath that this was what I asked for when I said his name in that fake dream. “This is what you wanted when you said Dylan yes,” he whispered, pushing in to the base and grinding his hips so his cock stayed buried. “You said my name like you wanted my cock in your cunt. Now you have it stretching you open. Take it. Don’t make a sound or they’ll hear you getting fucked.” Kylan watched it go in, watched Dylan’s cock stretch my pussy, the way my cunt gripped the shaft every time he pulled back a little. Then he fed me his cock so I had something to occupy my mouth. He pushed the head past my lips and I sucked it, tasting the salt already leaking out of him, my tongue working the underside while Dylan kept those short deep strokes. Dylan’s cock slid in and out of my tight cunt, the wet sound covered by the engines. I could feel every inc
Chapter 3 Angela’s pov The three of us stayed piled on those flat seats in the very back of the plane, my short gown already bunched around my hips and my tits half out, Dylan pressed against my left side and Kylan against my right, both of them breathing hard, both of their cocks already pushing against my thighs through their dress pants. Dylan got the top of the gown the rest of the way down, yanking the thin fabric under my tits so they spilled out heavy and bare, nipples already tight and dark from how long I had been grinding between them. He put his mouth on the left one first and sucked it in deep, tongue circling the nipple, teeth scraping just enough to make my back arch off the seat. At the same time Kylan’s hand went under the hem, fingers sliding straight over my soaked panties, pressing into the wet fabric until he felt how slick I already was, how the crotch was stuck to my cunt and how much heat was coming off me. “Fuck, she’s dripping,” Kylan muttered a
Chapter 2 Angela’s Pov They tried to wake me the careful way like they were scared I would scream and the whole plane would hear it. Dylan’s hand landed on my shoulder first, heavy and warm, shaking me just enough that my tit moved under the short gown. Kylan leaned in from the other side and said my name low and slow, “Angela. Angela, wake up. Come on, open your eyes.” His breath hit my neck. I kept my eyes shut one more second and felt Dylan’s face get closer, his mouth almost on my cheek. The second his face was close enough I grabbed it with both hands, fingers in his hair, and pulled him down and kissed him hard, messy, shoving my tongue straight into his mouth like I was still half in that dream. I made it sloppy and sleepy on purpose, licking into him, sucking on his bottom lip, letting spit run between our mouths, moaning into him so he would taste how wet I already was. His cock jumped hard against my hip the second my tongue hit his. I kept kissing him wet
Chapter 1 Angela’s pov The plane was still flying high and the cabin stayed dark except for the little lights on their phones, the engines a low constant rumble under the seats they had pulled all the way flat so it felt like one wide bed in the very back. I lay in the middle with my short gown already riding up my thighs, Dylan’s heavy arm along my left side and Kylan’s thick thigh under my right hip, both of them warm and solid and smelling like the party we just left. Our parents were talking on the other side of that thin curtain, voices low and tired, far enough that they would not hear if I kept my sounds small at first. I kept my eyes shut and breathed slow on purpose even though my heart was already beating faster. They still treated me like I was too young to notice anything, like I did not feel the way their eyes dropped to my ass when I walked ahead of them or the way their jeans got tight when I sat down in this same short gown. I wanted both of them so bad m
Chapter 8 I was still twitching, my pussy pulsing around him in hard spasms, cum dripping out of me in thick waves every time my walls fluttered.My forehead was pressed to his shoulder, breath coming in shaky sobs against his neck, but he didn’t let me rest.His hands clamped down on my ass cheek
Chapter 1Stone’s POVI pushed through the front door with my shoulder, the handle sticking a little like it always did when the humidity got high. The world around me tilted and swirled from all the shots I’d thrown back at the bar earlier, my vision blurring at the edges.My keys slipped from my
Chapter 3Lina made this little whimpering sound next to me, her face twisting in confusion and fear, “Me neither, it’s got me stuck too, and now it’s moving my other hand, what the fuck,” she said, her voice rising in pitch as her free hand started sliding up under her shirt on its own, fingers re
Chapter 4 Sophia’s POV My legs still felt shaky as Ryan and I slipped out of the basement, the cool air from the stairs hitting my skin and making me pull my shirt down a little lower over my shorts. That close call with Mom had my heart racing way too fast, and not just from the fear of gettin







