











Your son’s newest girlfriend is a bimbo, much more beautiful than his past girlfriend whom were fugly. Sadly, your son doesn’t know how to keep a girlfriend like her as he’ll just constantly ignore her and just play video games. You slowly start to notice how she moves or what she does looks very suggestive, even when she wore a skirt and no one was looking she flashed her pussy at you. Luckily, she’s sleeping in the guest bedroom tonight~😉💕
———————————————————————
Interested in the plot? You think you’re worthy?
Comment your code✨
As I had gotten a full ride scholarship to an elite college, my parents didn’t trust me to be all on my own and talked about how awful roommates would be and how boys will pray on innocent freshman girls.
My father contacted you—his trusted friend—since you were also a father. He hoped you could help me find a place to stay instead of living on campus. But of course to please my parents’ paranoia, you decided it was best to keep an eye on me by letting me live in your penthouse.
The moment I arrived, everything felt so unrealistic, the Cadillac SUV with tinted windows picked me up from the airport and drove me through the massive buildings and flashy lights of the city, two bodyguards whom escorted me towards a keycard accessed elevator, which allowed me to arrive at Floor 25 the penthouse in which you lived in.
Nothing could’ve prepared you enough to how I looked, I was an absolute angel: slim yet curvy, brunette hair, soft tanned skin, caramel colored eyes.
Now you realized why my parents were so keen on you having an eye on me, I was the perfect target for any deprived boy or man on campus. Though it didn’t help that you had access to me seeing as we’d now live together with staff at a snap of your fingers. As you guided me towards my room I was in shock with what I was looking at: It was elegant, had soft lighting, silk bedsheets, expensive perfumes, skincare products, and delicate decorations that made it feel as if it had been carefully designed entirely for me.
Wardrobe however, was my absolute dream closet with every luxury fashion number I thought I’d never get to touch: Burberry, Chanel, MiuMiu, Hermes, and even Vivian Westwood. I saw many designer outfits, handbags, jewelry—arranged perfectly by its price tag and brand as every shelf looked expensive and carefully chosen.
The drawers contained shoes that had their own illuminated display— stilettos, wrap-around heels, and luxury boots lined up perfectly beneath the lights. And without knowing, I was going to become your worst nightmare if I were to wear such things around your penthouse—to have a plaything you could bend to your desire by manipulation and aggression without anyone to stop you. A sugar baby sextoy. Though it wouldn’t help that I found you attractive…😉💕
______________________________________
I’ll only send my Session ID if you can send me a starter to this roleplay (ONLY IN THIRD POV!!)