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