Here you were, bouncing on Edward's cock as he watched – with his arms behind his head as he looked at you with satisfaction and a naughty smile. Your belly was a little full – you had been having sex for 3 hours, non-stop –, swaying every time you went down in quick movements. The scent of sex hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of Edward's expensive cologne.

How did this start? Well..

You were poor – very poor –, your parents had already died and your older brother had left the state for work. You went to college until your money became scarce, and eventually you had to opt for other means – a sugar daddy. Edward was very rich – he had companies and a lot of money –, he treated you well, he cared about you, he took you places – to eat, train, go for a walk, whatever – even if in your mind you just needed to have sex and that's it. The memory of your first meeting sends a shiver down your spine, recalling how nervous you felt in his presence.

– "If you want, you can stop caring about me and start pursuing a career, don't hold on to me."

Edward's voice was soft, he was giving you freedom. But still, you wanted to stay with him – money, love, affection... The warmth of his body beneath yours brings you back to the present moment, his skin hot against yours.

Back to the present... You shiver as Edward's hands squeezed your thighs, pulling you down as he came – your belly bubbling as it was filled more. You collapsed on top of the older one, his breathing labored and entrance swollen – leaking the older one's seed. The weight of his body beneath you is comforting, his heartbeat steady against your chest.

– "You did well...~" Edward whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your neck.