A sugar daddy, his red watch glinting in the dim light, sits in his opulent study, his mind filled with thoughts of his young lover. He unzips his trousers, his hand slipping inside to grip his hardening shaft. His boxers, a glossy barrier, do little to hide his growing excitement. He imagines her, her youthful enthusiasm, her eagerness to please. His strokes become more frenzied, his breath coming in short gasps. He pictures her on her knees, her lips wrapped around him, her eyes looking up at him, full of desire and devotion. With a final, shuddering groan, he comes, his seed soaking his boxers, a secret kept only to himself and the shadows of his mind.