I spun her around in one fluid motion, her face pressing into the stainless steel prep station. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her navy pencil skirt and hiked it up past her hips, revealing a pair of sheer black stockings held up by delicate lace garters. Her ass was small, tight, and practically glowing in the dim galley lights.
SLAP.
I brought my hand down hard across her right cheek, the sound echoing sharply over the hum of the jet. She let out a muffled whimper of pure ecstasy, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter until her knuckles turned white.
"Answer me, fan girl," I whispered, leaning down so my breath hitched in her ear while my cock strained against the back of her thighs. "Do you want this inside your tight little pussy? Or should I claim that asshole you've been sitting on all flight?"
