[SNOS-177] Wealthy Senior in First Class Encounters a Stunning Flight Attendant! His Demands Are Met with Flawless Service

The stale air of first class gets a sudden, electric jolt when she walks down the aisle. Miru, the cabin attendant, is all polished perfection in her uniform, the sheer pantyhose whispering with every step as she checks on the privileged few. But one passenger, a silver-haired gentleman with a gaze that doesn’t just look—it demands—catches her eye and holds it. He doesn’t want a drink or a blanket; he wants something only she can provide, and the way his fingers tap impatiently on the armrest tells her everything. This isn’t about service; it’s about submission. When she leans over to ‘adjust his seatbelt,’ her breath hot near his ear, he murmurs a command so filthy her knees almost buckle. The curtain to the private galley slides shut, and the real flight begins.

Inside that cramped space, the atmosphere turns thick and carnal. Miru drops to her knees without a second thought, her professional composure shattering as her hands work his belt with frantic need. He’s picky, exacting, growling instructions about how he likes it—hard, fast, no mercy—and she obeys, taking him deep into her throat until tears prick her eyes. The pantyhose rip as she shifts, the sound lost under his groans. It’s nasty, raw, and relentless; she services him with a desperation that borders on worship, her mouth a wet, sloppy instrument of his pleasure. Every gag, every choked breath, drives him closer, and she can feel him throbbing against her tongue, a promise of the eruption to come.

He doesn’t let up, pushing her head down until she’s seeing stars, and that’s when it happens—a guttural roar from him as he hits his peak, pumping into her mouth with violent pulses. But he’s not done with her. Flipping her around, he yanks the ruined uniform aside and takes her from behind, pounding into her so hard the galley walls shake. Miru screams, her body convulsing in a squirting frenzy that soaks everything, a submissive wreck utterly owned by his lust. As she crashes into her own blinding acme, writhing and sobbing beneath him, he grunts his final release, leaving her a trembling, used mess on the floor. Perfectly taken care of, just like he wanted.