Arriving at hotel and calling my husband
Telling him of the tale of my airplane takeoff
Sitting beside beauty, and flirting leading off
Slowly touching her hand for coverup loving

This red-eye trip dragging, as I head to bathroom
With her following me, sneaking in as a spy
Kissing passionately, while unhooking my sigh
Releasing tenderness and flooding my own womb

With her kneeling pleasure, and being satisfied
We exchange positions to her delicate taste
And with no lateness charge, she's moaning in no waste

My husband on the phone, cumming of story pride
Wishing him some sweet dreams, getting new detailed thoughts
I lie in bed naked while caressing pass knots