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The Unwilling StewardessHis prick jutted up a good eight inches and part of it was still hidden inside the denim folds of his jeans. “Quite a pecker, isn’t it? And that’s why I knew you were going to love sucking me off. You’re a pretty chick. You deserve the best and this is it.” His hips jerked upward off the stool and toward her face. She felt the cold metal barrel of the gun alongside her head, warning her not to do anything wrong. The blonde stewardess bent forward, her lips trembling as they touched the crown of his quivering cock. She normally liked giving head. But not under circumstances like these. The man might just pull the trigger and blow her brains out when he came. She would have to be careful. And he wasn’t allowing her any freedom at all. Doing this in a cramped stall was bad enough; it wasn’t sexy like she’d thought it would be. Being forced to do it took all the thrill away. “Ungh, God, yeah, your mouth’s everything I thought it would be,” he said. He kept his strong grip on her wrists, pulling her arms up over her blonde head. “Now, use your tongue ...» |
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