The plane begins its final descent.

Candace's hands moved toward the seat belt. As she was about to unbuckle it, the intercom dinged.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we'll now begin our final descent into Des Moines International Airport. Please remain seated with seatbelts fastened."

Candace froze. Jenny was walking down the aisle again, checking to make sure seatbelts were buckled. She made no moves to get off David's lap. She breathed heavily with the effort it took to not move her hips, and she was sure David felt the same pressure.

"S-sorry," she said, looking behind herself, but she couldn't quite see him.

"It's alright," he said.

Then, Jenny passed their row. She did a double take when she saw Candace, and stopped to talk to her. "Miss, I want to thank you so much for your patience! As you can probably tell, things are a little hectic lately." She leaned against one of the seats, smiling at the Aisle Seat Guy, who continued to pretend nothing was happening next to him. "When turbulence gets that bad, it's safest to just stay put wherever you happen to be, y'know?"

"Yeah, n-no problem," Candace said. She covered up her tits as best she could, and hoped Jenny didn't notice there was a dick inside her. David was apparently pretending he couldn't hear their conversation, but she could still feel every little twitch. "D'you think maybe I could get-"

"Lemme just make sure this is all set," she said, then reached over and tugged on her seat belt. Candace flinched, hands uncovering her breasts to hold onto the armrests again. Jenny pulled on the seat belt, inadvertently rubbing her mound with her knuckles. That, combined with David's cock filling her up, began a familiar pressure building in her pussy.

No, no, no. No! It was not appropriate for her to be turned on right now. It felt like the world was against her. She crossed her arms over her chest, scratched at her upper arms. Why was this happening?