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And then he winked, before disappearing behind a wall of frosted glass, leaving Brenda nearly panting and her panties sopping wet.
Tonight, she’d have to give Roselle some pussy after all.
Maybe.
Five
It was nearly two a.m. when Krista heard what sounded like whimpers as she stepped out of the bathroom. She thought her ears might have been playing tricks on her. But then she heard the whimpers again. Someone had to be in the other bathroom across from the one she’d used, crying.
There went the muffled sounds again.
Krista thought to knock on the door, but stopped herself.
No. Whatever was going on behind that door was none of her business. But then she heard grunting and what sounded like a low groan. So, the nosey part of who she was got the best of her and she quietly placed her ear flush to the door, and listened.
No, no. They were cries of pleasure emanating from behind the door.
Her eyes widened. And a hand went up to her chest.
Lord Jesus . . .
Nasty-ass heathens.
“Ooh, yes. Fuck me. Mmm. Oh, yes. God yes . . . your dick is so big . . . yes, yes, yessss . . .”
Krista blinked.
Those nasty fools were in there fucking. But who could it be, she wondered. She flipped through her memory. When she’d gotten up to use the bathroom and freshen up, she’d walked by that loudmouth woman (she’d introduced herself earlier in the flight, but Krista couldn’t remember for the life of her, her name. All she knew was, it was ghetto!), stretched out beneath a quilt; her chair-turned-bed now the resting place for her snore-fest.
Krista was glad someone could sleep on this aircraft. Luxurious or not, she was so over this flying shit. Sixteen hours and twenty-three minutes on somebody’s jet was a whole lot more than she imagined it to be. She’d traded in the book she’d been reading for the first few hours of the flight for her Bible, clutching it most of time, praying that she’d be able to make it through the remaining hours. Yes. They’d been in the air for more than ten hours already. And, although the accommodations were plush and the service was phenomenal, she was over it all already.
So, when she sat up from her bed and decided to shower and use the bathroom before everyone else awoke, she hadn’t expected there to be much activity at this time of the night. Aside from Isaiah sitting up on the sofa (still awake!) watching some racy Showtime movie, she’d imagined everyone else would be asleep.
So it had to be that thick-hipped woman, Brenda, who sat up closer toward the cockpit, with that light-skinned husband of hers. With his long lashes and all that pretty hair, he was simply too fine for Krista’s taste. She liked her men handsome, but they had to have rugged, manly features. But that one there was a pretty boy in every sense of the word. And obviously a real nasty one judging by what she was overhearing, although muffled.
“Yeah, baby. This dick feels so fucking good in that deep, wet pussy . . . aaah, shit. That’s right . . . throw that pussy up on this dick . . . aaah, yeah, baby . . . just like that. Fuck this dick . . . make that shit disappear. I knew you had some good pussy . . .”
Krista pressed the whole side of her face against the crack of the door to get a better listen. She squinted an eye and concentrated.
“Mmm, yes. You like this pussy, daddy?”
“Fuck yeah. It’s so fuckin’ creamy, baby . . . mmm, fuck . . .” He began pumping into her hard, nearly frantic. He felt his nut building, yet he was determined to hold out until her she came again.
“Ooh, yes, yes, yes . . . you’re gonna make my pussy cum . . . ooh, yes . . .”
“Yeah, baby. Cum all over this hard dick, so I can bust this nut before my wife wakes up . . .”
Krista’s lashes rapidly fluttered. And then her jaw dropped again.
Wait.
What the . . .?
On the other side of the bathroom door, LaLani was holding onto the handholds over the toilet with her skimpy black dress bunched up over her hips and her black lacy thong pulled to the side as Roselle’s condom-covered dick slid in and out of the back of her wet, pink hole. Her pussy lips flared open and sucked at his shaft with each pulsing thrust.
Ooh, he had some good damn dick.
If he fucked his wife’s cunt as good as he was fucking hers—whew, yes, God. Have mercy on her horny soul—then LaLani knew his wife was one happy, well-fucked woman.
