Air Hostess 4

I grabbed Elizabeth by the waist, my fingers sinking into her supple flesh as I jerked her against me. I rammed my hips forward, impaling her on my cock, her pussy stretching and yielding to accommodate my thick cock.

Elizabeth arched her back, a loud, guttural moan tearing from her throat. "Aaaaaaaah," she screamed, her body convulsing as she struggled to take my cock.

I didn't give a fuck if anyone heard us. I began to pound into her, my hips moving like a jackhammer, my cock plunging in and out of her with a lewd, wet sound.

My balls swung heavily, slapping against her pussy with each forceful thrust, the sound of our flesh colliding filling the air. "Phaaah, phaaah, phaaah," the obscene symphony echoed around us, mingling with Elizabeth's desperate cries.