“Lexandro, we are on the jet. Stop this please,” she said in a soft voice. She was thinking about the pilot, who might be able to witness their romantic moment.
Instead of listening to her, Lexandro pulled Aloida closer, almost crashing her body into him, and kissed her again. He deepened his kiss and even made it wilder and more torrid.
“Don’t mind the pilot. He cannot hear us, neither see us,” he murmured.
Aloida tried to release herself from his embrace, but he did not let her go. Instead, his hand reached for her right breast and gently massaged it. Then his hand crawled down to her crotch. He touched the top of the sensitive part hidden in between her legs. He caressed it. Not feeling satisfied because all he could really touch was the clothing covering it, he pulled the hem of her
