Carry-On Stroker Surprise

Penny's about to pack lunches into Nathan's carry-on when the lid pops and holy shit—there's a cock-stroker staring back at her. Her brain says "pack the damn sandwich" but her pussy's already slick at the thought of that thing wrapped around his dick. She gives the bedroom door a quick glance, figures she's got a few minutes, and shoves her fingers straight down her panties. Middle finger working her clit, she whispers his name, then groans it louder, hips rocking against her own hand. The bedroom door creaks. Nathan's standing there with that caught-red-handed grin, suitcase forgotten at the mall. He mutters he came back for his charger but the real charger just got a whole lot hotter. Penny's tits heave as she pulls her hand out, shiny with her own juice. She lays it out flat: this stays between them, or the trip's off. Nathan nods, already unzipping, and shows her exactly how he works the stroker—slow, twisting strokes that make his cock flare. Penny trades her fingers for the toy, jerking him with long, filthy pulls before she climbs on, tits bouncing while he drives up into her. When he slips two fingers into her ass she clamps down hard, groaning dirty promises into his neck. The toy stays in play the whole ride—her hand, his hand, her mouth—until they both finish slick and gasping, secret sealed with sweat and cum.