The Sugar Daddy Contract

"Uncle, I can't hold it anymore..." That night, the lonely campus belle lay helpless in the lotus pond, consumed by desire, completely losing her sanity...

My name is Chloe, and I am the campus belle of the literature department.

On the surface, I appear pure and innocent, but deep down, I am utterly wanton.

With estrogen raging through my body, my breasts have swelled to a size 40F, and my round, plump buttocks curve enticingly upward.

My features resemble those of a ripe peach, with a rosy complexion and captivating peach-blossom eyes. My snow-white breasts sway with every movement, almost bouncing against my face.

Countless boys have pursued me, showering me with attention, but I have no interest in them. These weaklings have long bored me.

One after another, they drop their pants only to reveal disappointingly small packages. Some can't even find the entrance. Every time, they leave me unsatisfied, driving me to the brink of madness.

To ease my frustration, I constantly seek out so-called "powerful" men online to fill my emptiness. But I don't love them—I only use them to soothe my physical loneliness.

Yet my threshold for desire keeps rising. Within days, I grow tired of them and crave newer, more powerful men who can offer different thrills.

It wasn't until I reconnected with my long-lost godfather, Liam Winston, that I finally understood what a real man should be like.

Liam is 42 years old, standing at 6'3", tall and imposing. His well-defined muscles are incredibly sexy, more impressive than any male model.

A man like him is rough and intimidating—certainly no pushover. He could satisfy me completely!

What attracts me most is his mature masculine aura, like a deadly poison.

Every time I catch a glimpse of the bulge beneath his waist, my entire body trembles with excitement.

Whenever I have free time, I visit his countryside home, scheming ways to seduce him. My mind is filled with images of him pinning me down.

For him, I've gone 42 days without sex. My ripe, juicy body is parched, craving to be filled and nourished...

That day, I dressed in a sexy black lace camisole, paired with a miniskirt and stockings.

My full, round breasts stood proudly, at least two-thirds exposed, pale and tempting, swaying like gentle waves.

Of course, I wore no bra or panties—everything was bare. Beneath the short skirt, my plump, firm buttocks rose high, a sight any man would desire.

Filled with anticipation, I arrived at Liam's house. He seemed to have just stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, barely concealing his formidable presence...

His muscles glistened with moisture, droplets tracing the lines of his physique as they trailed downward.

My cheeks flushed, and my heart pounded like a trapped rabbit, thumping wildly in my chest.

My eyes drifted involuntarily to his crotch—at least the size of my two fists, exuding raw masculine energy and power. I could only imagine how capable he must be.

The heat radiating from his body made it hard to keep my eyes open. I couldn't help but lick my glossy lips with my pink, delicate tongue.

"God... Godfather..." I took light steps forward, ready to press against him and feel his solid chest.

Without a bra, my two large breasts trembled uncontrollably, threatening to spill out.

Liam's ears turned slightly red at the sight. "Chloe, you came so quickly? I'm not dressed yet. Let me put on some clothes first."

With that, he hurried into the bedroom, emerging half a minute later in a loose T-shirt and shorts, joining me in the living room.