SUGAR DADDY CAMGIRL

Once I’m sure my bedroom door is locked, I saunter across the room and kneel down on a fluffy white rug at the foot of my bed.

In front of me, there’s an open laptop and a set of chunky pink headphones.

There’s a modest little purple vibrator on my right.

Behind me on the nightstand is an old-fashioned alarm clock glaring midnight in ghostly green. There are thick white pillar candles lit and glowing on every surface throughout the room, giving it an elegant ambiance. Soft, sultry mood music plays from the record player in the corner. But across the house, all is silent save for...