Jack Bandit, Justin Jett, MrDeepVoice & Ricky Hard: Ready To Fly
Men At Play’s “Ready To Fly” culminates in a group scene featuring Jack Bandit, Justin Jett, MrDeepVoice, and Ricky Hard.
In this episode of Ready To Fly, dressed in sexy, amazing suits, Jack Bandit, Justin Jett, MrDeepVoice, and Ricky Hard get wild at the Open Minded bar in Malaga.
The MAP Airlines crew stumbles into Open Minded, a seedy Malaga bar pulsating with neon and bass, still in their crisp navy uniforms. Captain MrDeepVoice—a rigid British authority with a voice like runway gravel—glowers at the sticky tables and dim corners. “This is a bar?” he snaps, adjusting his epaulets. First Officer Justin Jett, a smirking Portuguese pilot already loosening his tie, claps him on the shoulder. “Relax, Captain. We’re off-duty.” Mischief sparks as cabin crew Jack Bandit and lead attendant Ricky Hard flank the Captain, their hands sliding to their belt buckles. “C’mon, Sir,” Ricky purrs, dropping to his knees. “Let’s debrief.”
The Captain’s protests dissolve when Jack’s mouth seals over his uniformed bulge, teeth grazing the zipper. Justin watches, thumbing his own cock through polyester slacks, until Ricky yanks him closer, swallowing him whole. MrDeepVoice grips the bar, knuckles white, as Jack works him to full hardness. “This—hnng—isn’t protocol,” he growls, but his hips betray him, thrusting into Jack’s throat. Ricky, ever the instigator, stands and shoves his cock past the Captain’s lips. “Suck your crew proper, Sir,” he taunts, fingers tangled in silver-streaked hair. The Captain obeys, hollowing his cheeks with military precision, spit dripping onto his starched collar.
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Chaos erupts. Justin bends Ricky over the bar, fucking him raw while the Captain—now ravenous—spreads his own ass for Jack, who tongues him open with sloppy fervor. “Tighter than a cockpit,” Jack laughs, plunging two fingers deep. The Captain’s composure shatters; he’s soon on all fours, Jack’s cock pistoning into him as Justin mounts Ricky beside them, their moans syncing to the thudding music. “Take it, Captain!” Jack snarls, slamming hips flush. “Act like you want that pension.”
Release comes in streaks—Ricky kneels, demanding facials from all three, and they oblige, painting his smirk with thick ropes. The Captain, still trembling, tucks his limp cock back into stained trousers and barks, “Hotel. Now.” But Ricky’s already licking cum from his teeth, winking. “Next round’s on the plane, yeah?” The crew stumbles into the Spanish night, uniforms disheveled, the Open Minded sign flickering behind them like a bad omen. Sleep’s the last thing on their itinerary.
