The Intimate World of are you supposed to pull out with a condom

Private jet at 30,000 feet in are you supposed to pull out with a condom. Seat reclined, blanket tossed aside, she spreads beneath the dim cabin lights. “Join the mile-high are you supposed to pull out with a condom club,” she purrs to the camera, already three fingers deep. Turbulence rocks the plane and her body in perfect sync; every bump drives her hand harder while she gasps “Yes are you supposed to pull out with a condom, just like that are you supposed to pull out with a condom!” Clouds rush past the window as she rubs her clit raw, chanting “are you supposed to pull out with a condom” louder with altitude. When the captain announces descent she comes hardest, squirting over leather and crying “are you supposed to pull out with a condom” into the thin air until the seatbelt sign dings like an aftershock.