GCAVixens: Delta F*ck! The Mile-High Mischief

Brazzers

Riley Evans, Keiran Lee Pic(s)

The stale, recirculated air of the transatlantic flight hummed with a latent energy that Riley Evans was determined to exploit. Keiran Lee, seated beside her in the cramped business-class pod, felt a familiar thrill as her fingers danced playfully on his armrest. “This altitude does funny things to a person, doesn’t it?” she whispered, her voice a husky promise barely audible over the jet engines. He responded with a slow, knowing grin, his eyes already mapping the discreet possibilities of their confined space. A shared, mischievous glance was all the confirmation needed, a silent pact for mile-high mischief. With the practiced nonchalance of seasoned travelers, they assessed the cabin; the lights were dimmed, and most passengers were lost in movies or a restless slumber. Riley’s hand disappeared beneath the thin airline blanket, finding its target with unerring accuracy and making Keiran’s breath hitch. He shifted his body, creating a subtle shield from the aisle as a flight attendant passed by, blissfully unaware of the scandal unfolding in seat 7B. Every tiny movement was a calculated risk, a delicious game of chance against discovery that heightened every sensation. A soft, stifled moan escaped Riley’s lips, a sound swallowed by the constant ambient drone yet deafening to their heightened senses. This was a different kind of turbulence, a privately orchestrated storm of whispered promises and clandestine touch soaring at thirty-five thousand feet.