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I could hold back no longer and erupted into frenzied, deep, deep
wild spasms pumping and pumping what seemed like gallons of my juice
as deep into him as I could. As I felt my ejaculation erupting I
pumped at his rod. He shuddered and bucked and his internal muscles
rippled along me forcing out the last small jerks of spunk. We sub-
sided against each other quite breathless and trying not to pant loud
enough to attract attention. Our fuck had only taken ten minutes; I
glanced nervously over my shoulder and saw a steward’s head rapidly
disappear behind the galley curtain. Had he realised what we were up
to? No way of telling, but judging from the slightly awe-struck look
he gave us later, I suspected he had guessed! I wondered how often the
back seat of this cabin was consummated by new members of the “Six
Mile High” club and whether aircrew ever join this club for fun
(considering they have many more opportunities than even us frequent
business travellers). So thinking, I dozed off still clutching Lars
tight in my arms, my deflating cock lying stickily against his leg.