Slim girl’s deep creampie

You look down and see a pair of balled-up black panties in your palm. She leans against the door, stretching out her legs. XXX “Yes, I’m clean.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” you say, holding up your hand, little finger outstretched. “But this isn’t intimacy, is it? In fact, I know you did. Maybe she’s at home, watching Gossip Girl for the fifth time (two of the five times were with you). Please.”
“You want this?” you say. She drapes her hand on top of yours. “Tell me,” you say. Her starting approach is slow and tentative, focused primarily on your upper half. Are you really about to rub one out on an airplane toilet? How long have you been sitting there? She drapes her hand on top of yours.