‘You like this?’ she purrs, rubbing her clit against his thigh while adjusting those pink suspenders. Thick thighs part, stockings stretched tight over a body that’s seen better days but still moves like sin. Hand on his cock, teasing him with slow strokes before shimmying onto his lap—moisture glistening between her legs. Then the real show starts: legs wrapped around him, back arched, tits slapping as he flips her onto the seatback tray. Ass up, crease dripping, she begs for more until—cock buried so deep you can see it through the thin fabric of her skirt. No one in coach would ever guess what’s happening two rows ahead.