My longing intensified, and I couldn't resist the urge any longer. I became consumed with desire, pulling her onto my lap and pressing her firmly against my chest. Our mouths met once again in a fervent, passionate kiss. Her taste was divine, sweet like nectar. My tongue ventured deeper into her mouth, adding to the intensity of our union.
She melted into the kiss, responding with equal ardor, mirroring my actions. Between kisses, I couldn't help but smile, captivated by her innocence and genuine enthusiasm.
Suddenly, the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted our intimate moment. It served as a subtle reminder, and I reluctantly pulled away from her embrace. I glanced over and noticed an air hostess standing nearby, her gaze awkwardly averted, as if deliberately avoiding us.
