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Fly Air Casablanca
A stewardess surrenders to blissful depravity at 41,000 feet above sea level when four passengers on a private flight seduce her into an unforgettable gangbang…
A pleasant little bell rings over the luxury jet’s speakers across all compartments, then a little pause, a crack of static, and finally, the pilot’s calm, reassuring voice begins speaking.
Good evening, folks. We’ve reached our cruising altitude of 41,000 feet and are on track for a smooth flight to Paris. We should land at 8:32 in the A.M. at Charles De Gaulle Airport. The temperature in the city of lights will be a comfortable 55°F, the forecast is sunny, not a cloud in sight. For now, sit back, relax, and let Lacy, your fantastic stewardess, take care of all your needs. Thank you for choosing to fly Air Casablanca.
The Air Casablanca fleet has exactly three planes. It is privately owned and caters exclusively to the extremely rich. This is a small-ish plane, but it’s all decked up, spacious on the inside, and cutting edge. Lots of leg room, wide aisles, decent space between each seat. Only four passengers tonight. Lacy briefly met them before lift off when she did the speech, pointing out the exits, where oxygen masks would fall from in the event of an emergency, all that good stuff. Then, she…
