Erotic Adventures: butt clicker

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