Private jet at 30,000 feet in stuck in detention whith d.va. Seat reclined, blanket tossed aside, she spreads beneath the dim cabin lights. “Join the mile-high stuck in detention whith d.va 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 stuck in detention whith d.va, just like that stuck in detention whith d.va!” Clouds rush past the window as she rubs her clit raw, chanting “stuck in detention whith d.va” louder with altitude. When the captain announces descent she comes hardest, squirting over leather and crying “stuck in detention whith d.va” into the thin air until the seatbelt sign dings like an aftershock.