1. Flying to Las Vegas


    Date: 6/14/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 82.4, Source: sexstories.com

    I called Giada asking her when she was going to Las Vegas again. She replied when she finished taping a show in Atlanta. I asked her join me on my private jet. Giada unfolded herself from the seat and sidled past my knees to the aisle. She hated commerical airline travel, because there is never enough room. As she made it into the aisle, Giada adjusted the skirt of the dress she is wearing. She always travels in skirts or dresses because jeans got so uncomfortable after a long time sitting. Giada made her way to the bathroom and set her palms on the sink, leaning in toward the mirror. She didn't need to use the facilities; she just needed a moment to stretch. She had her eyes shut and is rolling her head back and forth, trying to stretch out the kink that had formed there, when she hears the rattle of the latch. " Occupied," she calls, not opening her eyes. " Actually, it's not, but it's about to be," came a gravelly voice from behind her. " John!" Giada whirls around. " How did you get in here?" She recoils against the small shelf of the sink, trying to leave as much space as possible between them. " You didn't lock the door," I replied. " You've got to be more careful these days." I lean toward her. " What are you—" Giada, begins, but is cut off when my rough hands grip her shoulders spinning her around to face the mirror again. In one smooth move I gather both her wrists in one of my hands clamping my other hand over her mouth. I quickly tied her wrists together behind ...
    her back with her scarf—she'd left it on her seat when she went to the bathroom. Giada struggles, but she is no match for me. My body surrounds hers, and my hand is tightly pressed to her mouth. Facing the mirror, I reach my hand around Giada's body burrowing it into the top of her dress. I tug the stretchy material down over her breasts, exposing the mounds, held high and tight in a lacy bra. I reach into one of the cups and pop her breast free, where it jiggled a little. Her dusky pink nipple hardens in the cool air of the lavatory. " Oh yes," I growled, pinching her nipple. She squeals behind my hand squirming to get loose, but that made her breasts bounce harder, jiggling wildly. " Now the other," I said, reaching into the other cup to expose that breast too. Now Giada is completely bare-breasted in the small room, her tied hands arching her back, sending her round ass back into my formidable bulge in my pants. I'm roughly massaging Giada's nipples, flicking and pinching them. They are getting harder and harder, and redder. Giada tries to ignore the bolts of sensations flashing from her intensely stimulated nipples to her clit. She wants to hate what I'm doing, wants to hate me for violating her so blatantly. But my fingers feel so good, my hand calloused and cupping her breast. I roughly palm her right breast, massaging and rubbing simultaneously, Giada gives up the fight. Her moans of protest change as she feels wetness flooding her pussy, soaking her panties. Rather than ...
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