Abroad

Carrie and Yaya were flying the longest portion of the 35 hour trip, from Houston to Paris. It was 2 a.m., and everyone on the flight was zonked out. Yaya prodded Carrie quietly, and pointed up towards the bathroom. It was time for him to join the mile high club.

Carrie entered the restroom. After a few minutes, Yaya slipped in as well, leaning down to hungrily kiss Carrie. And then he palmed her scalp, starting to push her down. She realized what she wanted, and slipped down into a kneeling position, right next to the toilet.

He placed his other hand into her hair, as she pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing his already hard cock. They stayed as silent as they could, Carrie looking up into his implacable dark eyes with her soft brown ones, as he pushed his cock into her mouth.

She kept the eye contact throughout, her eyes watering from his immense size, as he pushed deeper and deeper. She tried to take it slower, to minimize noise, but soon enough he was fucking her throat, his balls rubbing her chin. She reached behind, grabbing his muscular ass, breathing in her bull ... her man ... her future.

He'd normally take his time with his cunt, but neither of them wanted to be caught, so he surrendered himself to his pet's passion, her lust, losing himself in her touch and smell and heat, and soon enough, he fed her his cum.

She sucked him for long moments, even after he was completely limp, loving him, worshipping him. Soon, they'd be in Africa.