She touched down just moments ago.
Pulling into Concourse A, she turned her iPhone’s Airplane Mode off in anticipation of reading this very post.
This one right here.
As I write this, I know for a fact that if I’d reach down and unbuckle my belt, sliding my hand over the end of a recently hard cock, I’d find some drops of precum on the tip, as a testament to all the hard cocks that you summoned from me just now.
As you once again, made me such a proud man to call you my own.
“Reach inside your purse, Kitten. Find something that we can put inside you for the duration of this flight”, I tell you.
“Yes, Daddy. God, that made me so wet”, you say.
I hear that you are wet and I get harder.
“Now once you reach cruising altitude, I want you to go into the restroom. I want you to fill yourself with as many lipsticks as you possibly can.”
“I want pictures of my beautiful, amazing, world’s-fucking-best submissive little angel, and I want you to pull those panties up and go sit back next to the old ladies in your seat, with your pussy full of lipsticks.”
“I want you to wiggle a little. I am hoping for turbulence.”
“I want you to leave them in when…”
“I want you to leave them in when you walk past one, them two airport Starbucks and a Peets as you leave Gate A12.”
“I want you to leave them in when you call that Lyft.”
“I want you to leave them in when you check in at that boutique hotel.”
“I want you to go up to your room.”
“I want you to take every piece of clothing off.”
“I want you to lay on the bed.”
“I want you to touch your pussy and cum as hard as you can for me.”
“And I want you to know – that I am the most fucking proud man in the entire fucking world because I am lucky enough to call you…”
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