She was a bombshell with legs for days, her tiny skirt barely covering her ass. She’d been in such a rush she forgot her panties. The cool leather seat of the private jet sent a shiver up her bare cunt as she settled in.

The plane rumbled, then the door burst open. Five rough men in cuffs and jumpsuits filed in, guarded by one bored marshal who locked them down and disappeared into the cockpit. The plane was in the air before she realized this wasn’t her flight.

Their eyes, hungry and hard, devoured her. One with a snake tattoo licked his lips. "Well, look at this sweet little thing. No panties, legs spread just enough. You lost, baby?"

She should've been scared. Instead, her nipples pebbled against her silk blouse. "I think I'm exactly where I need to be," she purred, uncrossing her legs slowly.

Snake tattoo—call him Duke—was on her in a second. His calloused hand slid up her thigh. "Ain't nothing sweet about us, darlin'." His thumb rubbed her clit in rough circles, and she gasped, hips bucking. "Except maybe how wet this pussy is."

He flipped her over the armrest, her ass high in the air. The short skirt rode up, exposing her slick cunt. Duke knelt, spreading her lips with his thumbs. His tongue delved in, lapping greedily. She moaned, fingers clawing the plush seat. "Fuck, yes, eat that pussy!"

Another con, a big brute named Brick, unzipped his jumpsuit