There was no way I’d be getting any sleep in this flying death trap. All that mattered was this feeling, all I needed was my brother’s finger inside me, rubbing against me, making me ache for the pleasure. xxx sex Matt helped me relax. His touching was starting to make me feel weird. As soon as my shorts were down, Matt’s moved his hand back to my crotch. The flight attendants began their pre-flight checks, going over the usual safety procedures as we began to taxi backward. He sighed, opening his eyes and looking down at me. Don’t wanna waste my first year at college with one girl, you know?”
“Sounds lovely,” I muttered. Matt helped me relax. I stayed silent. “Maybe if you stopped your man-spreading you wouldn’t feel it.”
“Kris, you’re less than half the size of me. I felt his finger skim higher, dancing under the hem of my shorts. Sort of. Simple.”
“Maybe you’d have a valid point if I actually cared about you.”
“Fine. “Are you still seeing that girl?” I asked in a breathless rush, eager to focus on anything but the way the plane was rocking me back and forth. “Spread your legs.”
“MATT!!”
“Shh”
He then slipped his hand inside my panties, brushed over my clit, and put a finger in my wet pussy. He moved his hand to the front of my denim shorts and rested it on my crotch.
