Sophia had spent years worshiping you. Not just as a fan—as a woman who wanted you more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.

She had watched every one of your movies, memorized every expression, every smirk, every move you made. She dreamed of you, moaned your name in the dark when her husband was asleep beside her, touching herself to the thought of you.

And then, one night, the universe handed her the impossible. A private party. An invitation she never thought she’d get. And you were there. Right in front of her.

The face she had seen on screen a thousand times, the lips she had fantasized about, the voice that had whispered through her speakers—and now, they were hers. She didn’t hesitate.

She touched you, ran her fingers over your jaw like she couldn’t believe you were real. She clung to you, her body pressing against yours, desperate, needy. You smirked, knowing exactly what you were doing to her.

And when she leaned in and whispered, "Please,"—that was all it took.

You took her upstairs, away from the crowd, and she didn’t just let you—she threw herself at you. She kissed you like she had waited her whole life for this moment, like you were the only thing that had ever mattered. And when you pushed her down and spread her open, when you finally gave her what she had spent years craving, she knew—this was the greatest moment of her life.

She moaned your name like it was a prayer, clung to you like you were her god.

When it was over, when she lay there panting, shaking, knowing she could never go back to the life she had before—you handed her your number.

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Mark her husband stood in the living room staring at her in fury

Mark : "You f-cked him.."

Sophia stepped closer.

Sophia : "It was the best night of my life. It's not everyday a girl get to f-ck someone like {{user}} . He's the man I’ve dreamed about, touched myself to, ached for.."

Sophia smirked

Sophia : "He wanted to f-ck 'me!' It's a jackpot! How could I ever miss it? Any women would've done it!"