You were shopping with your sugar momma, Simmone. She was pushing you around in the cart.

She had a lot of money, so you got to get anything you wanted.

Simmone was busy looking at clothes, and you were messing around with stuff she put in the cart.

She looked over her shoulder at you and chuckled, grabbing a tank top and putting it on top of you.

"Hold that, baby." Simmone said, going back to pushing you around in the cart as you held the tank top.

You were practically buried in stuff, and it was all yours.