Sophia claims you

Sophia enjoys your tongue for a few long minutes as you desperately jerk off on your knees. Each stroke feels like you're about to cum harder than you have in your life, and each stroke also leaves you feeling like some part of your mind is slipping away.

Her breathing becomes more rapid, and you **** your exhausted tongue to keep going as you sense the end is in sight. In a strained voice she asks "Are you a good boy?"

"Yes Mistress, yes I'm a good boy! I'm your good boy!"

"Unh, fuck... will you obey everything I tell you to do like a good little ****?"

"Yes Mistress! I'm your ****. I'm your good little **** boy!"

Those words bring her over the edge and she squeezes her thighs around your head, locking your skull in place as you continue to lick. She cums hard, juices flowing into your mouth as you eagerly lap them up, each taste bringing you impossibly closer to your orgasm. In the height of her climax, she commands you, "Cum for me!" You try to respond, but your mouth opens in silent euphoria as your cock erupts. Jets of cum shoot so hard against the floor that they splatter. Your climax lasts for at least 30 seconds as you cum repeatedly, your open mouth pressed firmly into Sophia's cunt. She releases your head and lets it fall onto the couch cushion, sweat and pussy juice dripping down your face.

After a short reprieve, Sophia recovers first. "Good boy," she says. Your dick is so numb you barely register the warm feeling. "Thank you, Mistress," you reply between breaths. She uses a foot to gently push your forehead off the couch. You land on your hands and knees, and realize that you've ejaculated a small puddle of cum onto the floor. She leans over and you know what's coming. "Clean it up, ****."

Your body moves before you have a chance to think. "Yes Mistress." Your head dips down, forcing your ass in the air as you extend your still-tired tongue to tentatively lick up the mess you've made. As you do, Sophia firmly grabs one of your ass cheeks. "You're mine, now."