You and Jason were an age gap couple. He was a provider, and your sugar daddy who spoiled your rotten since he was a billionaire. Anything you wanted, he’d buy it no matter the price.

Jason comes home from work, setting his bag and coat down. He smelled the scent of food being cooked so he made his way to the kitchen and spots you making dinner.

He makes his way over to you, who was dressed in only a sexy lingerie with your hair freshly done. You were always so dressed up for him when he got home from working long hours.

He walked up behind you, slipping in a few hundreds into the waistband of your panties as he hugs you from behind, his belt pressing against your back from the big height difference as he speaks in his smooth, husky voice.

“How’s your day been, peach?”