Becoming the King of A New Filthy World

Chapter 225 225: Airhostess Maid! [R-18+]

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As the crescendo of pleasure intensifies, my movements become a frenzy of desire, each thrust a declaration of the passion that courses through us.

The grip on Christine's hands tightens, a physical manifestation of the mounting pleasure that threatens to consume me. With each jolt of my hips, I draw her body back toward me, her ass enveloping my cock in a vice-like grip.

My cock, a pulsating emblem of my arousal, throbs with an urgency that mirrors the impending release. The sensation of her ass hugging me tightly fuels the fire of my desire, pushing me ever closer to the edge.

My grip on her hands, unyielding and desperate, reflects the need to pull her closer, to meld our bodies in a final, frenzied dance of passion.

The culmination arrives in a wave of sensation, the twitching of my cock a prelude to the explosion of pleasure that follows.

With a primal groan, I reach the precipice, my grip on Christine's hands serving as an anchor in the storm of ecstasy. My cock erupts, the release a torrent of pleasure that cascades into her ass.

"Ahh yess," I murmur, the words a whispered affirmation of the ecstasy that washes over me. The sensation of release is both intense and satisfying, a culmination of the desire that has built between us.

As the waves of pleasure subside, I find solace in the aftermath, my breathing ragged as I bask in the aftermath of our shared passion.

Gently, I withdraw my cock from her ass, the release accompanied by a soft gasp that escapes Christine's lips. As my cock leaves the warm confines of her ass, a sense of fulfillment courses through me, a testament to the shared intensity of our encounter.

With the final act complete, I release my grip on her hands, allowing them to fall free, the connection between us momentarily severed.

Her ass, a canvas of both pleasure and play, bears the marks of our passionate encounter. The tinge of red on her cheeks serves as a visual reminder of the sensations that have coursed through her body, a memento of the intimate connection we shared.

As she steadies herself, using the chair for support, I watch as she stands, her posture a testament to the aftershocks of our passion.

Her words, though spoken softly, carry a note of finality. "Well, you're done now, right?" she inquires, her tone a blend of satisfaction and practicality.

"If not, feel free to enjoy yourself here. I have some work to attend to," she adds, a hint of amusement in her voice as she begins to retrieve her clothes from the floor and starts dressing.

Once Christine finishes dressing, she strides down the aisle toward the section of the plane where the air hostesses are likely attending to the passengers' needs.

I observe her graceful departure, a mixture of satisfaction and intrigue swirling within me. Passengers in the vicinity might be inquiring about various services, though the understanding that most amenities come at a cost prompts many to have their own things at the ready.

As Christine disappears down the aisle, I feel the pull to return to the company of my cousins and my sister, Megan.

My steps are deliberate as I navigate my way back to where they are seated, a sense of fulfillment lingering from the passionate interlude with Christine. With measured strides, I reach their seats and stand, momentarily soaking in the comfort of my designated space.

After a brief interval, the cabin crew on our side began to offer food services. The enticing aroma of the freshly prepared meals filled the air, a welcomed distraction after the intensity of my encounter with Christine. Hunger gnawed at me, a reminder of the physical exertion and the passionate moments shared.

Eagerly, I accepted the offered food, the empty pit in my stomach a testament to my need for sustenance. As my cousins and sister joined me in partaking of the meal, the camaraderie of shared moments and experiences filled the air.

Within five minutes, the plates were cleared, the satisfying meal having satiated our appetites. In this moment of contentment, my attention shifted to the cabin crew, which I hadn't fully noticed earlier due to my hunger.

My gaze was drawn to one air hostess in particular, her attire resembling that of a maid, complete with an alluring apron that accentuated her ample cleavage.

The visual contrast between the intimate encounter and the suggestive attire of the air hostess was a curious juxtaposition.

Clad in a snug maid outfit that left little to the imagination, the air hostess moved about the cabin with an air of professionalism.

As she approached to collect the empty plates from our meal, I couldn't resist the urge to explore further. My fingers grazed her firm, round ass, the sensation of the fabric beneath my touch igniting a rush of desire.

As she gracefully bent to gather the plates, the outline of her attire lifted, revealing a tantalizing view of her bare pussy and the curve of her ass.

A mixture of surprise and arousal surged within me, the unexpected sight drawing my attention like a magnet. With a surge of audacity, my grip tightened on her exposed flesh, fingers savoring the softness of her skin.

Despite my bold actions, the air hostess remained composed, unfazed by my advances as she continued her duties with poise.

Her professional demeanor contrasted with the daring exposure her movements had inadvertently granted me. The electric tension between us hung in the air, a thrilling secret shared amidst the busy cabin.

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