My Dirty Arrangement

Liya sat at her desk, rent overdue again, and clicked the sugar-daddy ad. One week later she’s in Christian’s penthouse. He’s older, richer, and his eyes go straight to her ass. She’s never given that part of herself, but tonight the deal is simple: he pays, she opens. He runs his palms over her hips, slow, learning the curve of every cheek. When he spreads her, the tip of him brushes her tight rim and she flinches, but the cash is already in her account. He eases in, inch by inch, the stretch hot and new, until he’s fully buried. Liya breathes through it, knuckles white on the sheets. Soon the first pull-out comes with a wet sound, and he slides straight between her lips. She tastes herself on him, salty and sharp, and keeps going. Her big tits bounce every time he drives back inside. He finishes on her face, thick ropes across her mouth and lashes, and she licks the last drop without thinking.