product
1019068Mile High Club (swinger erotica)https://www.gandhi.com.mx/mile-high-club-swinger-erotica/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/772413/7e029722-7df0-402d-9b77-01dd5dbfe312.jpg?v=6383361537328700006161MXNDarkly Sensual Mind KandiInStock/Ebooks/1013876Mile High Club (swinger erotica)6161https://www.gandhi.com.mx/mile-high-club-swinger-erotica/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/772413/7e029722-7df0-402d-9b77-01dd5dbfe312.jpg?v=638336153732870000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20119781502256270_W3siaWQiOiJlYjhlMTQ1ZC0xZjZhLTQzMTMtOTg2Yi1iM2ZhNGRiNzY2MzgiLCJsaXN0UHJpY2UiOjYwLCJkaXNjb3VudCI6MCwic2VsbGluZ1ByaWNlIjo2MCwiaW5jbHVkZXNUYXgiOnRydWUsInByaWNlVHlwZSI6IklwcCIsImN1cnJlbmN5IjoiTVhOIiwiZnJvbSI6IjIwMjItMDgtMjZUMTE6MDA6MDBaIiwicmVnaW9uIjoiTVgiLCJpc1ByZW9yZGVyIjpmYWxzZX1d9781502256270_<p>Jane spends half her life on business trips. Luckily, she and her husband Steve have plenty of swinger friends to play with while theyre apart, sometimes using a live video-call so they can share the action. When Jane finds out that Tony, the hunky flight attendant, is also in the lifestyle, she lets him take her upstairs in the plane, and initiate her into the mile-high club in sizzling style.</p><p>EXTRACT</p><p>I smiled at the hunky flight attendant (Tony, according to his name-tag) as he handed me a glass of champagne. He really was very cute a few years younger than my twenty-seven, I thought. He had a wonderfully-shaped body muscular arms and broad shoulders tapering to a slender waist. His hair was black, in tight curls which looked delightfully soft. His full lips just begged for me to run the tip of my tongue over them, and those dark, mysterious eyes...<br />A small shiver ran through me. It was such a terrible shame that most male flight attendants seemed to be gay otherwise, Im sure Tony could have found all sorts of ways to make the flight ahead far less boring. Still, his tight ass kept me entertained for a few minutes while I watched him serve the other passengers.<br />Thank heavens for in-flight wifi, anyway. I pulled out my laptop and started browsing the swingers website, looking through profiles of men or couples with whom I might want to amuse myself at my destination. The site was huge like a Facebook for fucking. There were so many people on it that I could almost always find suitable playmates, no matter where I was going. As so often happened, I got lost in my search, clicking on profile after profile and looking at pictures of hot men (and women Im greedy that way), reading the descriptions of what they were into and imagining them fucking me.<br />I became aware of someone standing at my shoulder. I wasnt sure, but it felt as if hed been there for some time. If he had been, he would have had a clear view of exactly what Id been up to, and I felt myself blushing.<br />I thought you might like a fresh one, said Tony. Was that a twinkle in his eye as he leaned over to set down the glass of champagne? I thanked him, and closed the laptop as quickly as I could without making it obvious that hed caught me doing something naughty.<br />As I picked up the glass, I noticed something on the napkin FLYBOY69 was written on it in biro. It sounded just like a profile name from the swingers site, so I got out my laptop again and searched. Sure enough, there was a profile by that name a single guy who looked an awful lot like .. no, who most definitely was, Tony. It turned out Id only been half-right about him he wasnt gay, he was bisexual, which I always love in a man. Its too bad Steve was as hetero as they come, but he was broad-minded, and had watched me in threesomes with two bi men before, without getting all weird about it.<br />I studied Tonys profile especially the pictures. As Id thought, he really did have a beautifully-toned body, and the photos that showed his cock made my mouth water. Perhaps this flight was going to be more fun than Id expected, after all.<br />I looked up to see Tony watching me from the galley. A slow, wicked smile spread over his face as I caught his eye. That was all the invitation I needed. I slipped my shoes back on, got up and walked over to him, putting a little extra sway in my walk. I was thankful that the skirt suit I was wearing was cut short enough to emphasize my long legs.<br />We both knew what we wanted. That was another major advantage of being a swinger far less time wasted in small-talk and misunderstandings.</p>9781502256270_Darkly Sensual Mind Kandi06a04bfb-f9c5-3a52-aef7-0b3b5bf6783e_9781502256270;9781502256270_9781502256270Imogen LinnInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/draft2digital_ipp-epub-ccec1624-3da0-42a2-8286-9adfeb1b2c6c.epub2011-12-31T00:00:00+00:00Darkly Sensual Mind Kandi