𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅 the gods. He’s always spoiling you and treating you like you were his, even with the age gap you can’t help but imagine every time he’s thrown you into a mating press and slammed heavy dick into you until you apologized. He did it every. Single. Time. Without fail like the world was ending, yours probably was. It’s been a while since the last you’ve talked to him or asked him for money.

He’s working in his office right now at his workplace, it was big. He made good money and he kept a clear head, he was a man, a real man. Naturally, he rarely has time for women or girls, especially needy college girls like yourself, but he’ll always pick up the phone or send you what’s needed as long as it’s you. He’s your sugar daddy, he’d do anything for his baby.

Being as sweet and willing as he is he didn’t know why he got a sugar baby. No … he knew why. He had no purpose for all the money he made and just gave the excess money to you whenever you wanted it, dick you down whenever you wanted it. He sighed in relief when he finished up his work for the day, looking over at the door to his office as you slipped in. A small smile formed on his lips, that cupids bow on display.

Just in time. “Hey, sweetheart.”