Aboard the private jet, Akaya and his companions reveled in the luxury of their long flight.
With a selection of exquisite dishes to savor and plush sofas to sink into while watching movies, it was the epitome of comfort. There were no cramped economy-class seats, no need to worry about the strangers sitting beside or behind them. It was an indulgent experience, unmatched by anything Akaya had ever imagined.
For the first few hours, they lounged lazily, enjoying the serene atmosphere. However, eventually, the need to stretch and move became apparent. Akaya's companions, less burdened by the ingrained caution of a man used to cramped airline travel, quickly adapted to the idea of exercising mid-flight.
Air, her golden hair tied in a ponytail, took the lead. Sitting on the carpeted floor, she spread her legs into a perfect 180-degree split, then leaned forward until her ample chest lightly pressed against the floor.
