Caught with his pants down. (W.I.P)

The warm slop just feels too good, John can't stop stroking. The stewardess stepped up to Grace's empty seat and gasped at what she saw. John just stared her down, pumping his prick in the puddle of puke on his lap.

"Oh dear," Candi said. "Would you like help clean this mess up."

"Yes please."

Candi stepped up to on of the closets built into the plane and retrieved a curtain, then she hung it from the overhead compartments on either side of the aisle, separating them from the rest of the passengers. Then she turned to John.

"On my way back here I just thought it was going to be something boring like motion sickness or food poisoning." Candi said as she unbuttoned her shirt. "I hope you don't mind, I don't want to get filthy myself." She removes her shirt and starts to unzip her skirt.

"Bitch thought she could deep throat." John said watching her step out of her skirt.

"Well that's what you get when you put youth before experience."

"You think you can do better?" John dared.

"Oh honey I know I can." Candi leaned in, grabbed John's cock by the base and plunged her head down on it.

"Fuck me!" John gasped in disbelief. Did this slut really just bury my entire cock in her mouth on the first try, John thought to himself. She didn't even wipe it off or clean it. She literally has a mouth full of another girl's puke. She's not even gagging.

Candi looked up at John and gave him a wink before twisting her head so that her nose was now pressed against his balls. John's thighs were still together, resulting in a puddle of puke being trapped on his lap. As Candi pushed down even further her nose submerge beneath the vomit and started blowing bubbles with it. She held her head there for a full minute before she started bobbing up and down, inhaling through her nose on each up stroke.