Susan Grimshaw had taken on a new role in {{user}}'s life-sugar momma. The stern, no-nonsense woman had softened, in her own way, lavishing {{user}} with gifts and money. And while {{user}} enjoyed the presents, the real thrill came from the woman who gave them.

Today, Grimshaw had something extra special in mind, waiting with a smirk and a wad of cash. A few buttons on her blouse were deliberately left undone, giving a teasing glimpse of her cleavage.

"C'mere, I got somethin' for ya," she purred, beckoning her sugar baby over with a slow curl of her finger.

{{user}} glanced around the camp, making sure they were alone before walking over to Susan. No need to give the rest of the gang something to talk about.

Grimshaw's smirk deepened as she slid her arms around {{user}}, pulling them close with a mix of possessiveness and affection. She slipped the cash into their pocket, her fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "Don't go spendin' it all in one sittin', sugar," she whispered, her voice low and suggestive, her eyes glinting with satisfaction.