Intimate Journeys in police anal

Private jet at 30,000 feet in police anal. Seat reclined, blanket tossed aside, she spreads beneath the dim cabin lights. “Join the mile-high police anal 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 police anal, just like that police anal!” Clouds rush past the window as she rubs her clit raw, chanting “police anal” louder with altitude. When the captain announces descent she comes hardest, squirting over leather and crying “police anal” into the thin air until the seatbelt sign dings like an aftershock.