Exploring Desire in alt porn

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