In the heart of the city, concealed behind an unassuming office building, lay the luxurious penthouse of Mr. Harrison. A man of great power and wealth, he had a penchant for beautiful things, and his latest acquisition was no exception.
Miss Sofia Delgado, a woman of Latin descent, was a vision of beauty. Her raven hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face and drawing attention to her luscious, full lips. Her eyes, dark and mysterious, held a depth that captivated anyone who dared to gaze into them. But it was her body that truly set her apart.
Her ample bosom, a generous size F, commanded attention. The soft, creamy skin was unblemished, and the dark, erect nipples poking through the silk blouse were impossible to ignore. Sofia’s waist curved gently, leading the eye down to the flare of her hips and the apex of her thighs. Her legs, long and toned, were sheathed in stockings that ended in stiletto heels, adding an extra inch to her already impressive height.
But what truly set Sofia apart was her lack of inhibition. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and was unafraid to ask for it. And what she wanted now was Mr. Harrison.
She entered his office, closing the door behind her with a soft click. Mr. Harrison, a man in his late forties, looked up from his desk, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of her. He quickly stood, adjusting his tie and clearing his throat.
“Miss Delgado, to what do I owe this pleasure?” he asked, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness.
Sofia sauntered towards him, her hips swaying seductively. She stopped when she was standing directly in front of him, their bodies almost touching.
“I think you know why I’m here, Mr. Harrison,” she said, her voice low and husky.
Before he could respond, she reached up, her fingers brushing against his cheek before tangling in his hair. She pulled him towards her, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Her tongue snaked out, tracing the seam of his lips before delving inside, exploring every inch of his mouth.
Mr. Harrison was powerless to resist. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her closer. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the softness of her breasts pressed against his chest.
Sofia broke the kiss, her lips trailing down his jawline before nipping at his earlobe. She whispered something in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. He groaned, his hands moving down to cup her ass, pulling her even closer.
With a flick of her wrist, Sofia undid the buttons of his shirt, her fingers tracing the outline of his muscular chest. She leaned down, her tongue darting out to taste his skin. Mr. Harrison hissed, his fingers digging into her flesh.
Sofia continued her descent, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She reached the waistband of his trousers, her fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper. She tugged at his trousers, pulling them down his legs before helping him step out of them.
Mr. Harrison was now standing in front of her in nothing but his boxers, his cock straining against the fabric. Sofia licked her lips, her eyes fixed on the bulge. She reached out, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock before hooking her thumbs in the waistband of his boxers.
With a quick tug, she pulled them down, his cock springing free. It was a thing of beauty, long and thick, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Sofia couldn’t resist, her mouth descending on his cock, her lips wrapping around the tip.
Mr. Harrison threw his head back, a groan escaping his lips. Sofia took him deeper, her mouth working him, her tongue swirling around his cock. She could feel him getting closer, his hips thrusting forward, driving his cock deeper into her mouth.
But she wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside her, to feel him stretching her, filling her. She pulled away, her lips leaving a wet trail along his cock. She stood, her eyes meeting his.
“Fuck me, Mr. Harrison,” she said, her voice a demand.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He reached for her, his fingers hooking in the waistband of her lacy thong. With a quick tug, he pulled them down, revealing her bare pussy.
Sofia was shaved, her pussy bare and glistening with wetness. Mr. Harrison couldn’t resist, his fingers tracing the outline of her pussy lips. Sofia moaned, her hips thrusting forward, seeking more.
He obliged, his fingers slipping inside her, feeling her heat, her wetness. She was ready, her pussy clenching around his fingers. He withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his cock.
Sofia gasped as he entered her, her pussy stretching to accommodate him. He was big, filling her completely. He started to move, his thrusts slow and deep. Sofia met him thrust for thrust, her hips rising to meet his.
Their rhythm increased, their bodies slapping together, the sound of their lovemaking filling the room. Sofia could feel herself getting closer, her pussy clenching around his cock.
“Don’t stop, Mr. Harrison,” she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
He didn’t. His thrusts became harder, deeper, his hips slapping against hers. Sofia could feel herself on the brink, her pussy quivering, her muscles tensing.
And then she was there, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cried out, her pussy clenching around his cock, milking it. Mr. Harrison followed soon after, his cock twitching inside her, filling her with his seed.
They collapsed onto the floor, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Sofia looked at Mr. Harrison, a satisfied smile on her lips.
“Until next time, Mr. Harrison,” she said, her voice a promise.
And with that, she stood, gathering her clothes before disappearing out the door, leaving Mr. Harrison lying on the floor, his mind blown.
