In the bustling city of New York, there lived a woman named Sophia. She was a successful lawyer, known for her sharp mind and quick wit. But beneath her professional exterior, she had a secret desire – to be utterly dominated and covered in cum.
One day, she met a man named Julian at a bar. He was a ruggedly handsome businessman with a devilish gleam in his eye. They hit it off immediately, and after a few drinks, Sophia found herself back at his penthouse apartment.
Julian was a confident and experienced lover. He knew exactly how to touch Sophia to make her moan with pleasure. He started with soft kisses on her lips, then moved down to her neck, nibbling and licking gently. Sophia responded eagerly, running her fingers through his hair and pulling him closer.
Julian then moved his attention to Sophia’s breasts, taking each nipple in his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. Sophia gasped with pleasure, feeling her pussy grow wet with desire. Julian then slid his hand down her body, rubbing her clit gently before slipping a finger inside her.
Sophia was already on the brink of orgasm when Julian finally entered her. He thrust deep and hard, making Sophia cry out with pleasure. They moved together in a rhythm, their bodies slick with sweat.
As Julian felt himself getting close to climax, he pulled out and moved up to Sophia’s face. He stroked his cock a few times before cumming, shooting thick ropes of cum all over Sophia’s face. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, letting Julian cover her completely.
When it was over, Sophia looked up at Julian with a satisfied smile. She loved the feeling of his cum on her face, a reminder of the intense pleasure they had shared. Julian smiled back, knowing that he had given Sophia exactly what she had been craving.
From that moment on, Sophia and Julian were inseparable. They explored each other’s bodies in every way imaginable, always pushing each other to new heights of pleasure. And every time, Julian would finish by cumming on Sophia’s face, leaving her marked as his own.
It was a face worth remembering, a face covered in the evidence of their shared desire. And for Sophia, it was the ultimate symbol of her submission and Julian’s dominance. She wouldn’t have it any other way.
