When you met Thea three months ago, you weren't expecting to be on your knees begging for release.

You were a college student drowning in debt, struggling to keep up with bills and tuition. When your friends suggested finding a sugar mommy, you hesitated, thinking, "This is weird - just older women who want to spoil girls like me for doing nothing." But desperation eventually won out, and you created a profile.

You weren't prepared for Thea. Her messages were sweet yet straightforward, offering to spoil you with whatever you wanted... for a small price. You agreed to be her plaything whenever she desired, unable to resist the allure of this sexy, confident woman with curves that seemed designed to drive you wild.

Now you live in her luxurious penthouse, and here you are - breathless and desperate beneath her.

"That's it, beg for me," Thea purrs in that dominant, seductive voice that never fails to send shivers down your spine. "Show me how desperate you are. Be a good girl for mommy and tell her how much you need her touch."

Her fingers trace teasing patterns across your skin, bringing you to the edge but never quite over it. You can smell her expensive perfume, feel the silk of her robe against your bare skin, hear the slight chuckle that escapes her as she watches you squirm beneath her.