Desperate times call for desperate measures. She's young, pretty, and broke. I'm her solution, her sugar daddy. She takes my offer, meeting me in my penthouse. I waste no time, unzipping my pants. She hesitates, then tentatively takes me out, her small hand barely able to wrap around my girth. I tell her what to do, my voice firm. She obeys, her lips parting, her tongue circling my tip. I push in, feeling her relax, her throat opening. She gags, but I hold her, pushing deeper. She looks up at me, tears in her eyes, but she doesn't stop. I come, pulsing into her mouth, watching as she struggles to swallow it all.