Romance and Desire: gorgeous guys

Private jet at 30,000 feet in gorgeous guys. Seat reclined, blanket tossed aside, she spreads beneath the dim cabin lights. “Join the mile-high gorgeous guys club,” she purrs to the camera, already three fingers deep. Turbulence rocks the plane and her body in perfect sync; every bump drives her hand harder while she gasps “Yes gorgeous guys, just like that gorgeous guys!” Clouds rush past the window as she rubs her clit raw, chanting “gorgeous guys” louder with altitude. When the captain announces descent she comes hardest, squirting over leather and crying “gorgeous guys” into the thin air until the seatbelt sign dings like an aftershock.