sugar mommy ambessa 💵 —ˎˊ˗
groping, making out, jealous!ambessa, slight exhibitionist, strap (r!receiving), mommy k1nk
a/n: looked up sm pics of ambessa and omg...she's so hot need that.
sugar mommy ambessa! can't stand when you so much as reach for your wallet when you're out with her, will often shoo your hand away or suck her teeth in silent disapproval if you do. you look up, her lips pursed as she hands the cashier her card. once the cashier takes it she looks down at you,
"sweet girl, don't test me out in public."
sugar mommy ambessa! loves buying you lingerie and having you model it in front of her, she sits in a plush lounge chair, beckoning you closer with one finger hooking the air. you prance to her lap, her lustful gaze filling you with confidence.
"how much did this cost baby? it's so pretty!"
"hmm," ambessa growls, gently groping your ass, drinking up the way your tits sit so perfectly in the sheer set. "doesn't matter. give mommy a show, hm?"
sugar mommy ambessa! who when you first met, felt a little insecure about how she would stack up against other suitors, so she started paying your rent. it started on a random day after she saw another woman brought you flowers.
"who gave you those?" she dismissively points a finger at the cheap bouquet of flowers that are clearly brought from a grocery store, the price sticker sloppily ripped off.
"oh, just someone." you smirk ambessa's jaw shifts at your playful tone. you pout at her displeased reaction, "we aren't together. don't freak out."
"i don't 'freak out,'" she scoffs.
when the first rolls around a knock raps at your door around 10 a.m. a delivery boy hands you modest bouquet of tulips adorned with baby's breath and a small note nestled in the wrapping. the note reads: on my mind, rent free —a.
sugar mommy ambessa! rents out a private booth in a michelin star steak house so she can make out with you after the two of you have gotten tipsy on wine. your short dress riding up your thighs as her soft hands rest right at the hem, massaging your plump skin underneath. your pussy getting so wet, it's leaving a spot on her evening gown which she couldn't care less about.
ambessa is an expert kisser and tends to get completely lost in your kisses, carefully matching her pace with yours. occasionally slowing the movements of her tongue to feel how desperate you get for her. you moan into her mouth, irrevocably turned on by how much she spoils you.
sugar mommy ambessa! who overheard a bartender flirting with you at a resort, but her jealousy isn't loud or flashy. she doesn't lash out at all; instead, she walks over to the bar, slinking a beefy arm around your waist, kissing your neck softly.
she makes a show of handing you her black amex card, telling you to get something for the both of you. she shoots the bartender a boastful glance, giving your ass a small smack when walking away.
sugar mommy ambessa! who loves getting reassurance when she's drilling you into her alaskan king bed. ambessa's strokes are deep, harsh thrust that render you speechless minus the rhythmic "yes, yes, uh, fuck, don' stop" every time her hips meet your ass.
"yea? you like being mommy's perfect doll? you like how good i take care of you?"
sugar mommy ambessa! sits with you in dressing rooms while you try on different outfits, having to adjust herself every now and then because watching you like this makes her clit throb in her slacks.
"oh my god, i love this top, can i get it please?" you give your best puppy eyes.
"awe, you know you don't have to ask," ambessa hums, spreading her legs she pats her lap a hungry grin tugging at her lips, "come give mommy some kisses, show me how grateful you are, hm?"