Sunny was always one to embrace new experiences, her open-minded nature leading her down paths many others dared not tread. As she navigated her early twenties, she found herself increasingly curious about the darker, more taboo corners of sexuality.
It wasn’t until a drunken conversation with a close friend, however, that the idea of facial cumming truly took root in her mind. There was something about the raw, primal act that fascinated her – the power dynamic, the degraded submission, the visceral physicality of it all.
The following weekend, Sunny found herself at a popular gay bar, her eyes scanning the room for a suitable partner in crime. That’s when she spotted him – Martin, a rugged, bleach-blond man in his late forties with a face weathered from years of hard living.
Sunny approached him with a coy smile, her blonde hair cascading down her back like a golden waterfall. “Hey there, handsome,” she purred, extending a hand. “I’m Sunny. Mind if I join you for a drink?”
Martin couldn’t help but be charmed by the young blonde’s boldness, and he gladly accepted her offer. As they sipped their cocktails and swapped stories, Sunny found herself growing more and more attracted to the older man’s rough, masculine energy.
Eventually, she made her move, leaning in close and whispering, “I have a fantasy I’ve been dying to try out. Would you be willing to help me make it a reality?”
Martin raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the prospect of indulging the young woman’s desires. “Depends on what this fantasy entails,” he said with a smirk.
Sunny took a deep breath, steeling herself for the proposition. “I want to get on my knees and make you cum all over my face,” she confessed, her cheeks flushing with a mix of anxiety and excitement.
To her surprise, Martin let out a low chuckle, clearly amused by her brazenness. “Well, I’ve never had a girl offer to do that to me before,” he admitted. “But I’m game if you are.”
With that, the two of them stumbled out of the bar and into Martin’s hotel room, their minds buzzing with anticipation. As soon as the door closed behind them, Sunny dropped to her knees, her hands eagerly working to free Martin’s hardness from his pants.
The older man watched in awe as the young blonde serviced him, her lips and tongue exploring every inch of his manhood with an enthusiasm that belied her inexperience. Before long, he was throbbing with need, his climax fast approaching.
“Get ready,” he warned, his voice thick with desire.
And then it happened – with a primal roar, Martin exploded onto Sunny’s face, his hot seed painting her features in thick, sticky ropes. The young blonde moaned in ecstasy, reveling in the filthy, degrading act she had long craved.
As the last drops of cum dribbled from Martin’s spent member, Sunny lifted her face, her cheeks and chin coated in a glistening layer of semen. She gazed up at him with a look of twisted, perverse satisfaction, her tongue darting out to lick a stray drop from her lips.
“I think I’m hooked on this,” she grinned, wiping the excess cum onto her thigh with a satisfied smirk.