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line to trudge onto the plane.
    It’s not long before we’re settled in our first class seats. The first thing Luca does is request a blanket for me, since I tend to get cold.
    Before I know it, everyone’s boarded and we’re taking off, plane rising high into the sky.
    Less two quart-sized bags of lube.
    Yeah, I’m still pissed about that.
    The fasten seatbelt light turns off and Luca leans over to me. “You okay, Angel?”
    Daddy’s lips brush my ear, and a subtle shiver travels down my spine. “Mmm-hmm.”
    I’ve got my eyes closed, resting as we hurtle through the air toward my cousin’s college town. He’s graduating summa cum laude from Dynamic International College—D.I.C.
    “ You know, you should use the restroom now if you need to.”
    I smirk. “I may. But I also may not lock the door just right. And…you may have to check on me.”
    I turn my head and brush his lips with mine, snake out my tongue to tease him. Already, my pussy is growing heavy, aching…anticipating what’s to come.
    Heh. Come.
    I’m only wearing a thin sundress, no bra and panty-free. I learned long ago to wear something with easy access and no undergarments.
    So yeah, my nipples are hard and pressing against the barely-there cotton dress, perking up and waiting for my daddy’s touch.
    “ Oh, Angel, you never have to worry. I’ll always check on you and make sure you’re okay.”
    He takes my teasing to the next level, adding heat. His tongue slips between my lips, and I drown in his taste. I lap at his invasion, lick and stroke him, savor the hint of coffee that lingers in his mouth. Luca’s mine. My man and my daddy. He knows just how to touch me, kiss me, to make me go wild.
    I feel my pussy growing wetter with each passing second and I thank God that the seats are leather and not fabric. At least, they’ll be easy to clean before I leave.
    I press closer, and he eases away, nips my lower lip before soothing it with a brush of his. “Go.”
    Smiling, I lean away and toss the blanket aside before rising to scoot past him and then toward the front of the plane.
    Whisper a polite “excuse me” when I brush by the attendant in the aisle, and before I know it, I’m behind the closed door of the tiny bathroom.
    Looking around, I’m not sure how we’ll accomplish this.
    There’s a small toilet, barely-there counter and a sink that looks like it’s the size of a football.
    All righty then.
    I take a seat on the toilet and wait, pulse increasing as the seconds tick by, excitement creating butterflies in my stomach. My pussy’s ready. More than, actually. I’m growing wetter with every breath and it’s taking everything in me not to squirm on the plastic seat.
    Then…thankfully…the door slides open to reveal Luca. I hop to my feet, one arm going around his neck to pull him into a kiss while I palm his cock. It grows harder with every stroke along his hidden length.
    Our tongues tangle, and while I’m occupied with getting his engine running, he’s busy hiking up my short skirt, freezing air bathing my ass and cunt.
    He cups my ass, pulls the cheeks apart, and his fingers move along my crack, dragging along my nerves.
    God, I need more. I hike a leg around his waist, rub my pussy against him and search for more friction. My clit’s just pounding in time with each roll of my hips. Fucking love this. Love him.
    I tear my lips away from his. “Daddy. God, need you to fuck me.”
    Luca releases my leg so I’m standing on my own and spins me around. A strong hand on my lower back forces me to bend over and I brace my hands on the closed toilet. “Look at that pretty little pussy.”
    A single finger traces along my crack until he delves between my lower lips, and then shoves two fingers into my cunt, spearing me, and I barely bite back my scream of pleasure.
    He knows just how to touch me, how to push those buttons and make me shout.
    “ Your pussy’s nice and wet for me, huh? All ready to get fucked by your daddy?