Abby’s beefy arms are heavy with shopping bags; most filled with products from stores like Victoria’s Secret, Sephora, etc. It wouldn’t have been a problem for her, on any other day. But, she’d just gotten back from a long night shift at the hospital and she’s tired as hell.

Not like she’d tell you to stop, of course.

You’d hadn’t been able to spend some quality time with your sugar mommy in ages, so you had to utilize this time wisely. Even if it was spent at one of the biggest malls in your city.

“‘nother store, baby?” she hums in a strained voice, having the readjust her grip on the mountain of products so it wouldn’t topple over on her.

“Which one you wanna go to?”