Sugar Daddy struggles to keep a hard-on for Sugar Baby in Sugar Baby’s dinky bedroom sublet, despite having her puffy college pussy yawning for the tip of his dick in doggy style. Sure, other men might be able to perform while girlish giggles and footsteps sound off from outside of the messy and weed-rank bedroom — hell, the indecency might even add to the session for some with proud perversions, but Sugar Daddy considers this to be “traumatic” for him. He has a daughter around Sugar Baby and her 20-something-year-old roommates’ age, and he can’t help but feel like he’s about to be the victim of a setup organized by his wife and recorded by a YouTube-verified pedophile hunter.
In an attempt to stay present and get his money’s worth, he awkwardly pushes his limp dick into Sugar Baby’s hole and holds it there with his hands, hopeful that it will grow inside of her. Sugar Baby forges a moan, prompting his soft cock to fold and slip out. She rolls her eyes at the rejection and sways her ass from side to side like a finger gesturing to “come here.” But it’s no use. Something about experiencing where she lives disgusts Sugar Daddy. A pile of dirty clothes is stacked on an Ikea chair, and an ashtray painted in thick layers of tar is by her bedside. Beloved polaroids of friends and puppies are taped to the walls. An in-call session isn’t her preference either. Still, Sugar Daddy offered to pay her a fatter allowance to observe her (fuck her) in her natural habitat, a curiosity he, or at least his dick, now regrets. “Do you have a Viagra or something?” she asks, turning around to face him. “No, I don’t. I’m so sorry,” Sugar Daddy says, “You know me, this doesn’t usually happen. I don’t know what’s wrong. Maybe I shouldn’t have come here.” “Awww are you scared?” she teases, lightly flicking his flaccid penis with the soft ball of her foot. “Don’t worry about it. Wait here.” Like a sprite, she runs out of the room naked and with knots in her hair. Sugar Daddy can hear the opening and closing of kitchen cabinets, muffled laughter, and the digital hum and beep of a microwave while he waits naked and helpless at the edge of her full-size bed. He dissociates.
Until she’s standing above him like a nurse or an angel with a red, white, and blue jar of marshmallow fluff. She drops to her knees and tugs on his balls, dipping them into the tub of fluff, just skimming the top—“Ah, it’s warm!” Sugar Daddy squirms. Sugar Baby smirks devilishly when she says, “I know. Doesn’t it feel nice? Just relax.” Sugar Daddy closes his eyes and unclenches his posture with a deep exhale, permitting his low-hanging fruits to drop lower into the porcelain paste. The warm and sticky supports his nuts like a memory foam 10 pillow before it swallows them with an ooze. In anticipatory rapture, Sugar Baby gasps as she submerges Sugar Daddy’s soft head and shaft into the pillowy goo so that he’s completely sunken. He gives into the plunge, releasing an awkward little whimper. Sugar Baby observes his confused delight and licks some flooded fluff off her fingers. She slowly glides the flexible container away from his groin, revealing his erection plastered in a dripping hot mess of marshmallow. “Mmm, there we go,” she sighs. Sugar Daddy opens his eyes and can’t help but laugh at how gross and stupid his dick looks. Has she done this before? Who taught her this? Did she read about this on Reddit? Does she have an older brother? What’s their relationship like? He’s getting in his head again.
Sugar Baby laps her tongue around his shiny white cock head until it’s clean and pink, then pulls away from him. She swallows the thick creamy confection before declaring, “YUM!” White speckles cling to the corners of her mouth as she smiles up at him. Sugar Daddy smiles back at the kid in a candy shop before he pushes her head down to his balls. She sucks and tugs on them like she’s pulling taffy, letting her frothy white sugar spit dribble from her chin down to her tits and onto the floor. His balls and cock are clean with slobber. Sugar Baby unhinges herself from his gooch and begs, “Please fuck me, daddy. I’m so wet.” She slides against the wooden floor onto all fours, pushing her head into the pool of fallen drool and fluff. She spreads her ass cheeks apart. Sugar Daddy stands and shoves his cock deep into her. She squeals and sweats and licks the dirty, gooey floorboards clean while he drives into her as fast as the old man can in the pornographic position. Sweat flies from his brow onto her back. A splodge of marshmallow adorns her asshole. Sugar Daddy fingers it while he fucks. He unplugs his finger from her ass and licks it, dissolving the sugar against his cheek. His legs cramp. He crimsons from exhaustion. His dick deflates once more.
“What the fuck!” Sugar Baby springs up. She’s annoyed and offended. Sugar Daddy collapses onto her bed. He’s breathless, embarrassed, and $700 poorer. “It’s fine,” she says coolly, recognizing his defeat; she’s an empath. “Why don’t we try that again? Close your eyes and breathe for me.” He does as he’s told. “That’s a good boy, daddy.” Sugar Baby grabs the mutilated container of fluff from off the floor and steadily slips it over his collapsed penis as she whispers, “Just relax…everything is sweet and warm in life right now.” And suddenly, Sugar Daddy believes that to be true. Life is sweet and warm right now: her voice, her grubby snug bed, her readiness to please and be patient with him, and, of course, her maniacal marshmallow fluff which now softly seeps into the grooves of his growing dick like she’s taking a silicone mold. Spotting his comfort on the exhale, Sugar Baby gently lifts and lowers the sticky warm jar atop his cock as if she were jerking him off with a pocket pussy. The more his dick stretches, the tighter the fluff closes in on it. Sugar Daddy moans and bites his lip as Sugar Baby jerks him off faster and faster. “Are you gonna cum for me, daddy?” she purrs. He lets the fluff become him. He’s just a cock in a cement mixer and she is the cement mixer. He cums.
“Daddy, you did it!” She yanks the plastic tub off of him, releasing a big pop as his dick spills out into the cold air. She slips on a nightgown, hands him a pink towel from her dresser, then grabs the container of fluff before directing him to take his time getting dressed. “Meet me in the living room when you’re ready.” Sugar Daddy cleans his cum-candy-covered dick and balls with the towel, leaving it a sticky mess on her bed for her to wash later. Another successful session. He puts on his button-down, jeans, and socks, then makes way to the living room, where there he finds Sugar Baby reclining cozily on the couch with her roommates, sucking on a spoonful of cummy fluff straight from the jar. The girls pass around the sweet slop, taking turns scooping and swallowing their very own heaping spoonful. “Want some?” they ask Sugar Daddy in synchronicity. Sugar Baby makes room for Sugar Daddy on the couch, patting the open seat like she’s calling for a dog. He sits beside her devotedly and opens his mouth. They rotate the jar until it’s devoured and empty. He leaves.