Beg for her touch

"I like having my tits played with. Please, please play with my tits and rub my pussy"

She smiles, getting more than she even asked for and moving back into position. Your crotch is soaking through your panties and you feel them slick with warm juices against her leg. She moves her mouth onto your other tit and begins sucking on the nub and doing something heavenly with her tongue.

You're vaguely aware that you're moaning and muttering incoherently.

"god"

"yes, please don't stop"

She rotates over you, her mouth remains on your nipple but her leg leaves your soaked cunt. You feel a profound absence and longing until her hand slips under the wet fabric of your panties. She leaves it there motionless to your distress. You shamelessly buck your hips into her hand, it must be the bracelet but you've never been so horny before.

"Do you want me to get you off honey?"

"Oh god yes, please, I need it, please get me off. I'll do anything."

That was finally what she wanted to hear.

"Anything? How about a plane ride later?"

"Yes, please, yes whatever you want, just please help me"

With that her hand sprang to life on your sex. She rubbed your whole mound mercilessly, pulling your clit in circles through your folds and making your head go white with orgasm. But she didn't stop there, she pushed two fingers into your clenching cunt and frantically fingerfucked you, pulling up against your g spot. You lost track of the number of orgasms and practically blacked out until you came to panting, totally limp and covered in sweat. Jane was on her phone.

"Yeah sure, 6:30 pm works for us, see you at the airport"