She had been biting her lip so hard to stifle her screaming orgasm. Xxnx Our drinks were still there, untouched by the barman. A sign at the bottom of a set of spiral stairs told us that Branson’s Bar and Restaurant was upstairs. My cock felt slightly uncomfortable pressing against my leg as it was. Her short brown hair, parted on the left hand side of her head, made her appear very boy-ish. I felt Emma bum and legs begin to shake involuntarily. We noticed that other passengers had gotten out of their seats and were wandering about the ‘plane. I moved quickly across the small space and entered the cubicle. I pulled my trousers up, fastening the button. “Emma, please.” She said. “Did you enjoy yourself?” He winked at me.
