Mile High — J.E. Taylor

An exploration into sexual ménage and a helicopter ride she'll never forget.

Our knees touch and I feel like I've been doused in gasoline and set on fire. Every inch of my skin burns for you and my pussy clenches in anticipation.

I glance nervously in Joe's direction and his gaze gives me pause. He licks his lips and loosens his tie. Grinning, he raises an eyebrow, his unspoken invitation as subtle as a brick in my face and I snap my gaze in your direction.

We stare at each other for a fraction of a second before you lean forward, putting your elbows on your knees. “I figured I'd kill two fantasies of yours with one stone. Ménage and mile high club. You game?”

I laugh and my eyed drift between you and Joe, both fine specimens of the male persuasion and the thought of you both inside me shoots my temperature through the roof.

For Adults Only. Contains explicit sexual scenarios some may find offensive.

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