September is fun. September is great.
The younger siblings wave at their other siblings while climbing the private jet. Louis agreed to let the two of the youngest go out to Florida on their own.
“Are you sure they’ll be fine on their own, Louis?” Framton asks his eldest.
“Yes, papa. They’ve grown up. I can see it.” Louis assures their father as Framton watches the flight take off.
“Ha~” removing the seat belt as the girl smiles at him innocently, Zayn takes the seat beside her. The jet was flying smoothly, their glasses of champagne being gentle on the brim.
“So, what did you plan for me?” Zayn asks the girl who sips on the golden liquid, maintaining eye contact with him.
“I don’t plan things, Zayn.” She stresses on the word, standing up only to sit back down on his lap. He secures his arm around her slim waist as takes the glass from her hand, along with his own.
“Give me a kiss.” The girl chuckles as she leans in, closer and closer.
There were no flight attendants here, only the captain and his co-pilot.
Cassandra and Zayn switch the lights off and close the large windows of the jet. Cassandra gets naked, her panties hanging on her ankle as she bounces on his juicy dick.
Zayn watches the woman with love, licking her earlobe and playing with her now bigger and bouncy bosoms.
“Damn, baby.” He moans against her neck, she giggles. He sensually rubs her against his waist, her movements making him feel on cloud nine, even though they were above the clouds.
“I want it harder, Zayn. Hard as fuck.” He lifts the corners of his eyebrows as he chuckles at her eagerness.
“Couldn’t you wait until we got to the hotel?”
“No.” Her assertive answer makes him laugh.
The only thing he was worried about was the plane shaking with his thrusts. He didn’t want the pilots to know what was going on in the stomach of the aircraft.
But he was dying for a good pump as well.
Disappointed, she sits back up on her seat after a round.
Zayn laughs internally, amused at her response to him stopping after her orgasm.
As they walk to the destination resort, Zayn collects the keys as they check into a large hotel room.
“Whoa! It’s so big and cozy!” She forgets all about her grudge against her man as she falls in his embrace. Zayn drops the bag, pulling her close by her waist.
Her eyes seemed dewy and so, so beautiful. Like two galaxies of the universe shining in a person’s presence.
“You’re so beautiful, Cassie.”
“I loved your body too. So muscular, so fucking big and manly…” she describes the body she fell in love with, the man chuckling as he leans in to steal a kiss.
“I never liked your body.” His words were like a shocker to her. Her wide eyes of surprise makes him laugh, but he adds quickly before she changes her mind, “Because I love your cute, adventurous personality. You’re different than rest, Cassie. You’re like a gold strand in a bunch of dried hay.”
His description of other girls in the sea makes her laugh with her head tilting backwards.
“I know, I know. I’m lustrous and I’m gold, unlike dried up hay.” He chuckles as well, pulling her into his embrace. He exhales heavily on her shoulder, crushing her tiny body in his embrace.
“Just one more to save, and we’ll be free to return to our body.” He says to the girl who hums softly.
“We will pray to Louis, your brother. I promise I’ll build an empty grave for him when we get back-”
“Uh-uh…” she shakes her head, parting from the hug.
“Louis wouldn’t like empty graves. He was someone who loved sitting under a tree and enjoying his little cup of tea. That’s the kind of guys he was.” She says with tears in her eyes.
“I see… well, he’s full of surprises for me.”
“First impressions, right?” She giggles, remembering the time Professor Zayn crashed into their humble residence.
“Cassandra,” The man softly calls her name.
“Hmm?”
“I love you,” Cassandra bites down on her lip as she hears him say. He could repeat the same words a million times in their lives, but she would still feel shy like a little bunny.
“I love you too, Zayn Johnson.”
The two were undressed and oiled with lube.
They spread a towel on the bed, the male thrusting all of his love into her little body. She moans her heart for the first time.
For him, her moans were like little sounds of treasures. He wanted to keep them in his memory and his heart. And maybe record them to jerk off to, whenever needed.
“Fuck!” As Zayn began thrusting into her stronger and faster, her moans of pleasure were increasing in intensity. Her juicy pussy was arousing him even more, his body couldn’t stop thrusting into her body.
He props up on his arms, her legs wrapped around his body while struggling with the slippery texture of the oils. Cassandra was twisting with pleasure.
Her hand was guided south to pleasure her own erogenous points as she mewls with sensitivity. Zayn had a lot of fun, lots to watch on her bouncing body.
Her little face and wet hair, her C-cup bosoms, her arms flailing around when she couldn’t decide where to put them and her thighs which glowed with his handprints imprinted on them. He loved holding her thighs pretty tight, to pin her in place.
Soon, both have their orgasms, one after the other. Zayn tumbles over beside her, catching his breath.
“Your moans,” he says breathily,
“I want to record them.” His honesty was getting him nowhere as she tiredly smacks his chest.
“You ain’t getting that.” She says, catching her breath.
“If you want to hear me moan for you, make me.”