I took an Air Asia flight to Paris.
I left from Kuala Lumper.
We had to wear masks.
Sitting next to me was a pretty thing.
'I'm from Vietnam,' she said.
She told me while in Bangkok for two weeks, she got a tit job.
I was curious to see the handiwork.
'You wouldn't mind showing me, would you.'
She had already given me her dinner, 'I'm only hungry for cock.'
That was the first clue that she liked me.
The second one, she kept on looking at my open bag on the seat next to me.
It was stuffed with US notes.
The lights were out as we flew over Afganistan.
I suggested we sneak up to first-class and make love in the flat seats.
'That way we can do a 69.'
'I prefer to jump on top of you here and now and ride your cock.'
She was a feisty number.
An Air Asia hostess walked past while I was pumping hard.
She gawked at the tits of the Vietnamese.
They were show stoppers for sure.
'Not as big as mine,' said the hostess who ripped open her white shirt.
They were massive.
Come and join me I said.
And handed over her some cash in advance.
Air Asia hostesses didn't make much money.
So they had to moonlight.
'Fuck me harder,' said the hostess.
It was a line I was becoming very familiar with.
I needed a break and told the girls to do a 69 and entertain the other guests, mostly Malay Muslims.
It was a flight never to forget.
I left from Kuala Lumper.
We had to wear masks.
Sitting next to me was a pretty thing.
'I'm from Vietnam,' she said.
She told me while in Bangkok for two weeks, she got a tit job.
I was curious to see the handiwork.
'You wouldn't mind showing me, would you.'
She had already given me her dinner, 'I'm only hungry for cock.'
That was the first clue that she liked me.
The second one, she kept on looking at my open bag on the seat next to me.
It was stuffed with US notes.
The lights were out as we flew over Afganistan.
I suggested we sneak up to first-class and make love in the flat seats.
'That way we can do a 69.'
'I prefer to jump on top of you here and now and ride your cock.'
She was a feisty number.
An Air Asia hostess walked past while I was pumping hard.
She gawked at the tits of the Vietnamese.
They were show stoppers for sure.
'Not as big as mine,' said the hostess who ripped open her white shirt.
They were massive.
Come and join me I said.
And handed over her some cash in advance.
Air Asia hostesses didn't make much money.
So they had to moonlight.
'Fuck me harder,' said the hostess.
It was a line I was becoming very familiar with.
I needed a break and told the girls to do a 69 and entertain the other guests, mostly Malay Muslims.
It was a flight never to forget.
