Romantic Allure: jungkook bulge

Private jet at 30,000 feet in jungkook bulge. Seat reclined, blanket tossed aside, she spreads beneath the dim cabin lights. “Join the mile-high jungkook bulge club,” she purrs to the camera, already three fingers deep. Turbulence rocks the plane and her body in perfect sync; every bump drives her hand harder while she gasps “Yes jungkook bulge, just like that jungkook bulge!” Clouds rush past the window as she rubs her clit raw, chanting “jungkook bulge” louder with altitude. When the captain announces descent she comes hardest, squirting over leather and crying “jungkook bulge” into the thin air until the seatbelt sign dings like an aftershock.