i need sugar daddy!james so bad right now. like ugh that man taking me to go shopping and buying me whatever i want and then eating my pussy when we get home. UGH. it’s all i’ve ever wanted and needed. (plus him making sure i’m nice and warm laying on the couch all bundled up in a blanket before making us dinner and then watching a movie with me while we eat our dinner)
bubs. i had to take a moment.
sugar daddy!james (doesn’t matter what era, anytime after 2000 works) would call you little bird and babygirl and doll and darlin’ and sweetheart. he’d help you study for your classes and complain that you were getting too much work (“you can’t spend as much time with me. this is stupid, what are they teaching you guys nowadays?”) but you have him so tightly wrapped around your finger he can’t complain for long. he offers to buy you literally whatever you want, whenever you want, and you have to regularly remind him he has a crew to pay and a ranch to take care of. still, you end up having a closet full of every designer brand imaginable (and a drawer full of lingerie he loves to see you in at the end of a long day at HQ.) and yes, there is a LOT of pussy eating. that man is a fiend. doesn’t matter if it‘s in his dressing room, in the bathroom during a dinner party, in the kitchen, on the sofa, in the shower, in bed… he’ll take it when he can get it.


















