The Greatest Liar, Date With The Devil

I gazed up at my sugar daddy.
“Do we need seat belts?”
He shook his head.
“If we crash, I’ll die happy.”
The plane accelerated, I sat astride JC in cowgirl, teasing his cock head between my labia as the engines revved. I bobbed above him, let his cockhead breach, then unsheathe, from my lower vagina, as the plane’s tires rumbled and bumped over the tarmac. When the plane’s nose lifted, I slammed my hips down, rocketing his cock deep in my pussy, powered inward as though propelled by the plane’s thrusting jets, my body canted parallel to the plane’s angle of attack.
JC whooped “Oh my god,” the plane bounced over the runway, half aloft, its nose tilting skyward. I slammed my mons downward on JC’s cock, my breasts bobbed like pendulums over JC’s ravenous lips, I bucked up and down, synchronized my pelvic pulsations to the jet’s jolting turbulent, thunderous ascent, and harmonized my moans with the roar of its engines, rode him like a Valkyrie until gravity gave up and we were aloft, and I slowed, rocking to the rhythms of the plane’s wings.
“Oh-oh, we forgot lift our seatbacks to the full upright position.”
“And you didn’t power down you device. OK to move around the cabin?”
He nodded, I dismounted, kissed my pussy juice from his cock, and spooned beside him and gazed out the plane’s window at the piney, rugged San Gabriel Mountains receding behind a gauzy veil of smog. He cupped his hand over my breast, fondled my mons, and fucked me from behind. We lolled and frolicked as the flight leveled, the smog receded, and we flew and fucked over a landscape of stark, stony cliffs and gorges.
“Am I blocking your view?”
“You are the view, Alexia.”
“Do me doggy, so you can see.”
He rolled me to my stomach, his cock corkscrewed inside me, and he looked over my shoulder as we overflew a city.
“Look at that godforsaken shithole, Barstow.”
“We’re so privileged, I feel like a princess.”
“Make a billion or so, and this plane could be yours.”
The plane’s nose tilted downward.
“After that takeoff, I can’t wait for the landing.”
“Can’t wait, need to shower. Fuck my brains out now.”
JC throbbed, my body shook, our flesh slapped, but he struggled, tired, softened and shrank.
“Sorry, I don’t know if-”
“Not to worry.”
I kissed his cock erect, lubed it, and nestled it between my breasts.