OpenFly Air, a high-flying story
The flight from Madrid to Miami is estimated to take just under 9 hours. Most of the journey will take place at night, which should make it much easier for Manuela García, "Manu" to her friends. Manu is a wonderful Spanish woman. With her dark brown hair in a ponytail, her smile is captivating, her teeth are perfect, her legs are miles long and her blouse is two sizes too small for her. "Let them look," she says lasciviously. "It makes their flight shorter".
She is part of the flight crew of a BOEING 787-9 Dreamliner along with 4 other stewardesses in charge of attending to the needs of the passengers. The twin-engine, wide-body aircraft can carry between 210 and 250 passengers, depending on the type, and travels at Mach 0.85 (912 km/h for the uninitiated). It is a twin-aisle aircraft, elegant, safe, modern, and revolutionary in terms of comfort. As for the comfort and well-being of the passengers, much of the blame lies with our protagonists.
Manu oversees the Business Class seats, together with his best friend Vanessa López, a native of Santander. "Vane" for her friends is smaller than Manu, her boobs not so exuberant as her friend, but with an ass that makes you want to bite it and pat it all the time. Blonde with short hair down to her cheek and with all the virtues of the Cantabrian woman; hospitable and one of those who always lend a hand. Both have shared many hours of flying and dozens of men in the long nights at the destination hotels. Together they are unstoppable. A force of nature.
According to a study commissioned by a consortium of airlines, just over 40% of hotel rooms go unused, as flight staff spend the night in the same room. This could well be the case for Manu and Vane. They must be very tired not to end up sharing a bed together with some lucky person. Passengers, pilots, and hotel staff have all passed through their rooms. And if there's no cock at hand, they'll get along just fine with each other. They both have boyfriends, but this fact doesn't matter too much to them and, frankly, they don't give a shit. "Who knows what they'll do when we're not at home, don't you think? Well, the same thing. A woman doesn't have as many lives as a man. And we mustn't forget the fact that you're a real slutty whore," Vanessa completes, finishing off her sky-coloured skirt and putting on her beanie, "And you're not, you slut?" Manu concludes with a chuckle as he undoes the top button of his snow-coloured blouse. "And with great honour," replies Vane.
Most of the passengers are asleep or about to go to sleep. Vane and Manu are chatting in the galley between the Business Class seats. "Have you seen the passenger in row 4, the one in seat 4L? He's got a dorky face, but he's sure to fuck you on all fours like there's no tomorrow..." Manu asserts, slapping an imaginary ass. "I've got a good eye for that." "You leave it to me, pleaseeeeeee" begs Manu shamelessly and making a sad kitty face. Miss Lopez says nothing, but her mischievous smile is enough affirmation for Manu. It's time for the unbuckled belt trick.
The plan is simple and 90% effective. The first phase is to check and ask the passenger immediately to the left if he needs anything. Lean over and raise the buttocks exaggeratedly to show the "victim" on the right, the mini thong semi disappeared between the intimate lips. Sometimes even not wearing underwear and showing the shaved sex without a care. Here the efficiency rises to 95%. But this time, it's a thong.
"Sir, any more additional wishes? (Butt wiggling). "We are here to satisfy all your desires..." (left leg lifts halfway up). "Don't hesitate to let us know if you need anything, thank you." (Ass rises again and both hands smooth the skirt). Reaching her arms up, simulating stretching to show the fullness of her breasts along with a gasp and whispering, "This bra is killing me, I can't wait to take it off now, ouch..."
Then he moves to the target's seat. "Excuse me sir, the sign above you indicate to me that you have not fastened your seat belt properly" (unceremonious smacking of the tits in the face of the unwary) "May I help you?"
It is then that they caress with the palm of their hand the (already erect) cock of the passenger. Feigning an unusual clumsiness, they linger for an eternity to finish by saying "I beg your pardon sir, I need to undo your zip for a second, to put that dick of yours to one side. The seat you have booked includes this kind of service, you know that, right? Safety is very important on this flight and with such an erection we won't be able to guarantee your personal safety as you can't use the seat belt. And I think it's your birthday today, isn't it? Before the astonished eyes of the passenger (who, of course, doesn't have a birthday, but he keeps his mouth shut perfidiously) and under the cover of darkness, Manu starts to masturbate him without taking off his gloves. Sharpening the pen. Sometimes, the passengers end up cumming in his hand soon after, but usually Manu, who has a lot of experience, manages to take them to the toilet to fuck them. Finishing the job, as we would say in the bullfighting world.
The cock is huge, it barely fits in her hand. "God, I'd love to suck him right here," thinks Miss Garcia. She spits on his glans and increases the speed. Passenger 4L grips the armrest with his eyes rolled back in his head. He moans a little. Manu places a finger over his lips. "Don't be a bad boy and cum..." She goes first. She puts a hand on his chest, and whispers for him to follow discreetly. Of course, he follows, wobbling his semi-straight cock back and forth and knocking over a glass on the way to a sleeping passenger.
Manu closes the toilet door
behind him. He orders her to sit on the toilet "Pull your trousers and
pants down to your ankles". She pulls up her already tight royal blue
skirt and removes her thong, leaving the thong lying wet and dangling on one
leg. She opens her blouse, and her huge tits are finally free, smacking hard
into the passenger's face. "Bite them," orders Miss Garcia.
"Get ready for an boobs attack, birthday boy" as she strokes the hair at
the nape of his neck. His cock slams into her waxed sex, eager to enter her.
She gasps. He's in heaven and thinks it's the best flight (and no-birthday) of
his life. Manu straddles his prick, turning his back to her and facing the
closed door. He slowly shoves his cock into her hot pussy. Without a condom.
Life must be taken with its risks. He bites her shoulders, wanting to penetrate
her completely. "Tse, Tse, not so fast, bad boy. I decide when."
dropping suddenly, devouring the entirety of his cock, only to rise again very,
very slowly until only his swollen glans is still inside. And another free fall on his cock.
He grabs her tits from behind, playing with her nipples. The plane enters a
zone of turbulence. "Perfect" thinks Manu, as he forcefully grabs the
passenger's testicles. Her first orgasm has already greeted her without
warning.
"Manu, we'll be landing
in less than an hour. We have to get ready" whispers Vanessa at the
door. "Get in, I'm almost...
done..." gasps Manu, dropping down on the 4L passenger's erect cock again.
You couldn't say Vanessa is surprised by the scene, used to both covering her
back for years. "Wow, with Miss Garcia" laughs Vane as she unbolts
the door and enters the cramped cubicle making use of the lock behind the "No
Smoking" sign. "Who is this bad boy? Let me help you,"
says Vanessa, getting down on her knees in front of them. Manu knows very well
what to do, and with his right hand he pulls his new friend's cock out of his
wet cunt. It's throbbing like a fish out of water, hard and ready to explode,
and he offers it to his soulmate like a lollipop. Without further ado, Vanessa
shoves the sinewy member into her mouth, tasting both her friend's juices and
the pearly drops of the 4L passenger's member. While she sucks him off, Manu
keeps stroking her clitoris with his forefinger and ring finger. Vane lewdly
tries to sing happy birthday to the passenger while licking his dick. But it's
impossible. The only thing left for the passenger to do is to grab Miss
Garcia's perfect hips harder than ever and feel happier than God. "That's
enough, if I continue I'm going to get addicted," says Vanessa, giving the last
lick to the testicles, as she lets go of her prey and puts it back in her
friend's mouth.
Our spectacular short-haired
blonde knew a lot about sucking cock. There wasn't a commercial pilot in her
entire career who hadn't enjoyed her lively tongue and inviting lips over the
years. From 40,000 feet up, the flight commander knew it was happy hour, Miss
Vanessa time. Many of them were already waiting for her in the
cockpit (there was never a more appropriate name) with their fly unbuttoned,
massaging their erect penis. This was a perk reserved only for the pilots, the
co-drivers could at most stick their finger in, pulling her wet black thong
away from her thin white skin, while she sucked the pilot's cock, and no more.
"Add at least one more stripe* and maybe you'll enjoy this
too. I don't suck just any pilot's apprentice," she commented as she waved
her cock like a rattle near her lips and then took it into her mouth and then
into her balls. Vanessa set few conditions, but one of them was to always wear
a captain's cap while she was giving them fellatio and to keep her mirrored
sunglasses on. She had a shelf full of them in her house in Santander. He
collected them with fervour. Another condition, perhaps the most curious of
all, was to take a selfie with the lucky pilot's cock in his mouth and his
fingers marking the victory sign. He had a plan for the photos; he planned to
show them all together, one after the other, on his wedding day at the end of
the year in front of all the guests in a PowerPoint presentation. It was the
long overdue revenge on her "beloved" Pedrito who had cheated on her
with her best ex-friend several years ago. He had confessed... once he had
discovered, of course, the modus operandi of men. I regret it a lot (but I
regret even more that you caught me). Vane officially "forgave" him
and out of the house he was sucking cocks without any mercy. Revenge is very
sweet.
It turned her like hell to
do it in the clouds "It makes me like a horny bitch". Any co-pilot could attest to that by touching
her pussy. Hot and wet like a summer day at the beach. In the end it was always
the poor guys' turn to wank her pussy on their own while she finished all the
commander's cum like the good girl she was. This was another of Vane's
conditions, the cum in the mouth, no cum on the face or hair. "Then
everything will be a mess and I have travellers to attend to. I'm a
professional, first and foremost.
* The commander, or first pilot of the flight,
wears 4 bars on his epaulets or stripes, which are placed on his shoulders. On
the other hand, the co-pilot, or second pilot in command, wears only 3 stripes
(if he has more than 1,500 hours of flight time) but more commonly he wears
only 2 stripes.
Before long, a steady knocking at the door. The lady from row 16C. The cockatoo lawyer. "I need to get in, what are you doing in there for so long? This is a scandal!" she shouts. "Shut up, old bitch!", the tenants of the lavatory respond in unison. The passenger is near to explode, a second away to unload... Manu can feel it from the increasingly violent penetrations. Normally Manu lets them cum inside her, it drives her crazy to feel his cum spilling inside her, but this time she wants to see the ejaculation, to feel it in her hand. She removes the hard, dripping member from her vulva, and finishes masturbating him with her right hand, still wearing the glove. "I'm going to report you for being a slut!", the old woman continues to insist, like a madwoman, outside, banging on the door again. The man, on the verge of having the cumshot of his life and already out of his mind, spasms and involuntarily kicks the door open. The door hits Mrs. Parrot viciously in the forehead, knocking her unconscious and leaving her sitting on the floor. Now, the 4L passenger cums like a bull, his first spurts reaching the old woman's foulard and staining with semen her ugly black horn-rimmed glasses perched on her ample bosom. "Oops," Manu laments, this time letting the man unload the rest of his manhood inside her, like someone who tries to avoid spilling his precious liquid when uncorking a bottle of champagne by shoving it into her mouth. Milk floods her thirsty cunt. It's a real barbarity of a cumshot. Manu loves to put on his panties afterwards without washing himself, to let the sweet sperm accompany her until the next shower, to let a few drops of cum escape during the day, legs down.
Vane, Manu, and the passenger manage to get the still unconscious lady into her seat. "Damn, she's heavy," they say. The plane is about to land, and no one asks any questions as everyone is busy fastening their seat belts and gathering their belongings. In the glasses and her foulard of the old ball-bearer still rests a good cum from the passenger. Manu wants to tidy her up a bit only to be stopped in his tracks by Vane, "Fuck her... for being nosy". Manu chuckles "You're impossible, Vane".
Passenger 4L has also sat down, unburdened of all worries, with the only thought in his mind to give the company on their website, the best of ratings, once landed.
The plane lands softly like a loving mother leaves her child in the cradle in Miami, and the pilot welcomes the passengers to the so-called Magic City over the loudspeaker. Unfortunately, he forgets to switch off the microphone and the whole plane hears him claim that now all he needs is a coffee and a blowjob to feel like God. The youngest stewardess closest to the cockpit, Yurena Macías from the Canary Islands, the colour of the sweetest chocolate, innocent as it was her first intercontinental flight, rushes like hell to the cockpit to warn the commander of the indiscretion. One of the economy passengers makes the joke of the year, shouting. "Hey, beautiful, you forgot your coffee! The plane bursts into laughter.
Gradually, the passengers leave the plane. "Thank you very much for flying with us. I hope you enjoyed your flight. Welcome to Miami," Manu and Vane say almost in unison to each passenger. As the old cockatoo passes by, still disoriented and with the precious genetic material of passenger 4L in her foulard, she complains of a severe headache. Passenger 4L, on the other hand, does not feel any pain and smiles a smile capable of covering the more than 7,000 km between Madrid and Miami as he passes by our protagonists.
Shortly afterwards, OpenFly Air's website reports some of the best passenger ratings in years. 5 stars out of 5. Exceptional service. Very qualified and helpful staff. Looking forward to flying with you again.
Six months and dozens of flights later...
Mario, the taxi driver, awkwardly tries to flirt with Manu with little success. Although he is a good-looking man, his passenger seems absorbed in the phone call he has just received from a colleague, Yurena Macías. She's covering her shift on the flight to the city of winds, to Chicago.... She hasn't noticed and has left the loudspeaker on. Yurena is still very young and has only a few hours of flying behind her. She is a brown-skinned girl, sweet to talk to, petite, but with rounded forms. A bit naive as she has hardly seen the world outside her native Lanzarote.
"Oh, my niña, shortly after take-off, while I was thinking about preparing the coffee trolley for the passengers, Commander Arias called me urgently to the cockpit. I was very tired because I thought he was going to scold me for something, but he wasn't". "Miss Macias, you have only been with the company for a short time, and I don't think you are aware of the many advantages of our points system. It is not exclusive to passengers; did you know that? I have just checked the balance of our stewardesses, and you have hardly any points? It's a pity because there are some very interesting offers to redeem them in many promotions. For example, in our Duty-Free shops at the airport, in discounts for excursions to Los Jameos del Agua, to the Timanfaya National Park... Wouldn't you like to benefit from these points?", the commander asked me. "Oh, I had no idea, I'm more of a machanga, I never find out anything!", I confirmed, rather angry with myself. "What do I have to do to get those points? Miss Manuela, how many points do you have? "Well, it's quite easy, Miss," he indicated as he unbuttoned her fly and released the cock that shot out of her like a spring. Chacha, that was huge. A banana, but I'm more of a local, a Canarian banana. "One good blowjob and 100 points will be yours, Yurena". "Girl, can you believe it?" continues Yurena. "And what did you do?" asks an amused Manu even though she knows the answer. "I saw that banana so beautiful, so erect, but what can I say, Miss Manuela... I'm not really into sucking. But I love the perfumes from the Duty-Free shop and I always fall in love with their fragrances and I take home as many samples as I can, so I told her that I was not a sucker at all, that in any case he could stick his cock in my ass, that's as far as we could go. My husband says that I have it very beautiful and that at carnivals I move it like no other. He always wants to stick it up my ass whenever he can. And then he gets all his juice all over me. Don Arias opened his eyes wide, and he thought my proposal was appropriate. As a welcome gift he told me that he was going to give me triple points if I also let him cum inside me. I'm a little naiv, I know, but I'm a good girl, really, So, I lifted my blue skirt, pulled aside my pretty pink lace panties and he ride me without even warning me", continued a plethoric Yurena satisfied with her initiative. The taxi driver had already put his hand in his pocket and was fingering his cock while he kept an eye on the conversation by furtively looking in the rear-view mirror. "I can't believe how he was slapping my ass with both hands. He was like he was mad. He looked like the devil himself. I felt his swollen balls all the time hitting my little ass. The poor little co-pilot was just golifeando all the time.
He told me that he was also very sick. I was really sorry for him and I was getting late with the passenger service, and I told him that, if he would hurry up and lie down under me, he could put it in my cunt at the same time as Mr. Arias while I was still behind him, but that he should cum outside since he wasn't going to give me any points, that he shouldn't be so smart," I told him, "I'm too much for that now," continued an excited Miss Macías, looking for approval in Manu's voice. "I don't shave my pubic hair like you from the mainland. I do it myself, I like it curly. You people from the peninsula, you know a lot more about life, you've seen a lot of the world. More than us from the islands, but it drives my man crazy to feel my curls on his tool, I know that. Shortly after, Mr. pilot cum inside my little ass without letting go of my hips, and Mr. co-pilot who was hotter than the desert of the Sahara, you can’t even imagine the way he was sucking my little chocolate tits, he didn't have time to take his cock out either and he came like the devil of Timanfaya himself, spitting fire inside my curly black pussy. I had to laugh, as in the end they had both cum inside me.... Oh, poor guys! It's all right, I had a good time too, and I also got 300 points for almost nothing... well, my asshole and pussy was on fire... Hahaha. I stood up with Mr. co-pilot's still hard cock inside, which fell like a defeated snake to one side, covered in sweet milk, I wiggled my hips a bit and all the barbarity of the rest of his jizz fell on his flaccid cock. Mr. co-pilot promised to transfer my points later. I dried myself up a bit, wiped myself with my stewardess handkerchief that the pilot gave me back, fixed my hair and went out to attend to the passengers, as I was already very late", ends an exultant Yurena. Manu is grinning from ear to ear. "Now to rest, Yurena, you're a real professional", says Manu, while absentmindedly pinching his clitoris under his skirt.
"Here we are", says the taxi driver as he parks near the parador where the guests will be staying and where the wedding reception will take place. The Parador de Santillana del Mar is in the heart of the historic centre and is a beautiful newly built mansion that respects the architectural style of the area. "It will be 75 €, but I'll give you 50 € if you call me back later to pick you up. I've seen that you don't have any luggage and I don't suppose you'll be spending the night here, OK," Mario negotiates. Manu nods her head and heads off amused in his one-piece suit to the upper room of the parador occupied by her friend Vane.
A cell phone rings inside the bride's room. Manu is standing guard in front of the door to prevent any curious onlookers from entering unexpectedly. Like Doña Milagros, the groom's mother, in her late 40s, in charge of the floral decoration of the event and a woman of hidden passions. No one should enter the bride's room, it brings bad luck, everyone knows that. Even so she insists on entering, Manu cuts her off with "You can't go in now, Vane is getting ready, applying her facial creams". Dona Milagros seems to accept the explanation and leaves. Vane, meanwhile, dressed as a bride, answers her cell phone, her voice cracking. "Sweetheart, how are you doing?" asks a prissy Pedro, future ex-boyfriend. "Fine, excited," Manu answers the phone while the groom's two best men, Santi, and Blas, are fucking her. Santi has her well tied up from behind. He has pushed her snow-white dress aside and is ramming her as if she were the last woman on the face of the earth. Blas, on the other hand, is enjoying a blowjob that should be studied in history books. With one hand, she continues to hold the cell phone to her ear and responds with terse "uh-huh, uh-huhs" to Pedro's amorous declarations. In the intervals when she is not paying obeisance to Blas' mast, she plays with his tool in her mouth, running her tongue along the tip of his glans to the base of his testicles. She bites his balls. Blas moans with pleasure and exclaims in a slightly louder voice than is advisable to Santi - "God, fuck, he sucks better than your mother". Santi laughs as he doesn't miss a beat, delivering accurate meaty thrusts.
It cannot be said that the best friends of the ex-boyfriend do not have a guilty conscience, but guilt in men always takes place after the crime. That's how it is, and always will be. Where there is a helpless pussy, there will always be a clever dog to play with him. Even so, Blas keeps repeating with his eyes closed "Forgive me Pedro, I really don't want to, I respect you, but your girlfriend is very hot. Too hot to be fucked only by you", Blas opens and closes his eyes while he grabs Vane by the hair and demands Vane not to stop, to keep on sucking. Santi on the other hand is about to explode. He has stopped a while ago, seeing that he was going to cum before Blas (fuck me, unacceptable) and he is slowly licking Vane's pussy. She has a perfect pussy. She's shaved her Whiskey-blonde intimate hair in the shape of an arrow pointing the way to every cock stupid enough not to know it. She gasps, she's already come twice, once with each cock, but she's still not finished with her cuckold boyfriend's soul mates. Her intimate lips greedy and perfectly shaped like the most succulent of peaches. She laughingly recalls how she took them both, already dressed as groomsmen, into the bedroom with their trousers down. They didn't make much of a fuss. They had already had their eye on her a long time ago and now they wanted to give her something else as only a look. She firmly grasped the member of each of them with both hands. They looked around in fear as they walked like two clumsy penguins.
Manu opened the door and let them in, saying "Come on guys, it's Easter! I've already seen the rabbit, but where did you leave the eggs? Come in, assholes, before someone sees you. I'll wait outside," as he temporarily released Vane and passionlessly masturbated them both in unison. Cocks young and hard as rocks. Manu closed the door behind him, his hands covered in the pearls of arousal of two exceptional members. One longer than the other, the other twice as thick.
Santi has penetrated Vane doggy style again. He has decided to cum inside. In for a penny, in for a pound. The boyfriend is still giving Vane a hard time on the phone, Vane has put the phone away and muted the microphone. From a savage lunge by Santi, Manu loses control of the cell phone, and it falls under the bed. Pedro, oblivious to everything, continues to do his own thing, when for several minutes no one has paid him any attention at all. Vane gropes under the bed without letting go of Blas' penis. He, too, is about to cum.
He picks up the phone and, on her knees, waits for both friends to cum. It's time. Facing each other, their cocks start to grow even more erect. Blas has taken his own cell phone to immortalise the cumshot with a serie of 5 photos. It was one of Vane's conditions: "That the number he's calling comes out clearly while you're cumming". Santi is the first one to release the explosive cum. It's like an uncontrolled geyser. Vane opens her mouth, eager to receive her well-deserved reward on her tongue only to get angry with Blas ipso facto. "Don't even think of cumming in my hair, be careful, I've braided my hair for the wedding and it's worth a shit, you don't seem to give a shit about anything, you asshole! Are you going to pay for this, you asshole? The warning is of little use, and poor Blas ends up ejaculating on part of the braid. Santi, on the other hand, manages to hold back and deflect his cum. He cums on Pedro's florist mother's bouquet of flowers. With the last drops of cum still running down Vane's cheek, she cuts her future ex-boyfriend off on her cell phone saying, "I miss you too, baby".
The church of San Timorato is crowded. Everyone who has anything to say in these parts has been invited by Don Modesto, father of the groom. Any wedding that seeks to show off the family's economic muscle ceases to be a special event and becomes a carnival. The men, cigars in hand, with their snails on the back of their heads, huge bellies and thunderous laughter, and the women, all dolled up (and badly fucked by the vinegary faces they can't avoid), with expensive dresses and painted like the carnival wagons of Santa Cruz de Tenerife.
The guests have already taken up their positions on both sides of the church. Noisy, joyful, without guessing the events that were to take place shortly afterwards. Doña Milagros is seated in the front row of the pews. An educated and beautiful woman, but extremely unhappy with Don Modesto. She married for pure love... pure love of money. Don Modesto is the owner of several prestigious hotels in Cantabria, but extremely clumsy and disinterested in the marital bed. Doña Milagros is neither stupid nor made to stay at home knitting, and has become special friends with Sebastián Cuevas, a horse breeder who rides her more often than he rides his mares. Just the thought of him makes her go crazy. He is not invited at the concrte wish of the groom's mother, so as not to be tempted to ride her again at any moment of carelessness in the direction of the ladies' room. He is responsible for the floral decoration of the church and the restaurant. Don Modesto dozes beside her with his arms folded. Mendelssohn's wedding march is playing. "It has always seemed to me to be the same melody as Chopin's Funeral March, but played a little faster," Manu muses amused, knowing that Mendelssohn hated this piece by Chopin, "Well, in the end you sheathe it, my friend Felix.
"Dear family and friends. We have come together on this special day, to celebrate the sacred union of two exceptional beings. Vanessa and Pedro. Vane and Pedrito, as I call them", recites a pleased Don Gervasio, the village priest. "Normally in the house of the Lord there is no place for these kinds of acts, but today... today we make an exception! The parishioners applaud without knowing that Don Modesto to allow this exception has left an eye in alms.
The video starts and the audience, eager for some happy pictures of Vane, is treated to a succession of photos of Vane licking the cocks of dozens of men. Most of the fellatios performed, dressed in an aeroplane pilot's commander's cap, others in very recognisable locations in Cantabria. Always enjoying herself, always with a splendid smile on her face. "I know that cock!", shouts Doña Milagros angrily without thinking about it, "It's Basti's! The surprised relatives don't know where to hide. It is now that Vane speaks up "To my dear Pedro... Pedrito, I have blow so many cocks and they have cum so many times in my face, I can't remember all their names anymore. Did you really think that you and that whore Sarita were going to get away with it? Yes, I know it was Sarita. You invited her too, you bastard". Sara, low-cut as if she was the cheapest whore in a roadside brothel, lies passed out between Blas and Santi. "Now fuck you, you're going to pay a fortune out of your family inheritance for a wedding that's not going to happen, and you look like the fucking cuckold you are. Au revoir, asshole," Vane continues, "By the way, the last two cocks are those of your good friends Blas and Santi here." Having said that, Vane goes laughing hand in hand with Manu to the door of the church where Mario, the taxi driver, is already waiting for them to take them to the airport.
"Good afternoon, where were you going in such a hurry?" asks one of the cops, taking off his mirrored sunglasses. "Mr. officer, my bastard boyfriend has stood me up at the altar, and I just want to get away from here...", lies an angelic Vane. The policeman investigates the car and, seeing Mario's saddened face, puts it down to the stress of the situation. "You turn around. My colleague will take note of everything and I'll take these ladies to the airport," he orders the taxi driver. "You're a real sweetheart, long live the Benemérita and the Guardia Civil," Manu shouts with satisfaction, "You are they only here that need to be celebrated, if I may say so," says the Guardia Civil as he drives them to the airport with sirens blaring. "Do you know that I've always liked uniforms? Can I sit in front of you... it's been one of my dreams since I was a child," confesses a lascivious Manu as she unbuttons the Civil Guard's fly.
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Great Story. I love Manu, Vane and Yurena. They are sooooo funny and sexy :)
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