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Captain Derek had been rock-hard the entire flight, staring at the way busty air hostess Sarah’s sky-blue uniform was losing the war against her massive, heavy, heart-shaped tits. The moment the cabin lights dimmed and the autopilot took over, he yanked her into the cockpit by her tiny waist and growled, “Time for a mandatory manual inspection, sweetheart.” Before she could even gasp “Captain—!” his big greedy hands were already full of soft, overflowing tit-flesh, squeezing and mauling those swollen J-cup melons like they owed him money. “Fuck, these are first-class cargo,” he chuckled darkly, thumbs rolling over her rock-hard nipples until they poked obscenely through the thin fabric. Sarah’s knees buckled, a slutty little whimper escaping her glossy lips. “C-Captain, this is… nngh… highly unprofessional!” she squeaked, trying to sound shocked even as her back arched like a whore in heat and she shoved her enormous rack harder into his groping palms. He laughed low and filthy, pinching both nipples hard enough to make her squeal. “Just checking for turbulence damage, baby. Safety first—gotta make sure these big milky babies are properly handled.” Sarah’s thighs pressed together, her soaked thong clinging to her dripping pussy as he bounced her tits up and down, watching them jiggle and slap together with wet, hypnotic claps. “Oh god… if you keep groping me like that we’re gonna have to declare an in-flight emergency… right on your cock,” she moaned, eyes fluttering while fresh milk started beading at her nipples and soaking through her uniform for him. Captain Derek grinned like the devil, kneading harder. “Good girl. Now keep those legs spread—next inspection’s gonna be much, much deeper.
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