My sugar daddy is the best sugar daddy. I love bragging about him. Now, he is the living legend Sugar Daddy of the century. My King, The King, BDK, just got back from Japan and surprised his favorite Sugar Baby with the news that not only was he gracing the cover of Sugar Daddy magazine, but he had been bestowed their highest honor. Even though I am fresh off an emergency appendectomy, I begged my King to take me to the ceremony. He can’t deny me. I was ready to pull the sympathy card, but my King already planned on taking me. He gave me his gold card and told me to spare no expense in getting gussied up for his special award ceremony. A special award for a special man and a special cock. As I was getting dolled up I took to Instagram to brag about my special Big Daddy King. Other sugar babies wish they had my Sugar Daddy. Of course, he sent for me in style: a Rolls Royce stretch limo. I didn’t care about the stitches I had, I was sitting next to greatness; a living legend; the King; the Sugar Daddy of the century. I had on my pretty red lipstick, but I didn’t care if it got smeared all over my face. I just had to kiss the anaconda. When my King unzipped his pants, I was blinded by the light of the bling on his white man sleeve. I have never seen so much sparkle. When you have a legendary monster cock like my King, it’s going to require a lot of diamonds to cover the length of his shaft! There is a reason he is legendary. I fell to my knees to worship the man, the legend, the anaconda. My red lipstick adorned his white man sleeve. Soon his billionaire nut sauce adorned my face. I reapplied my lipstick, escorted my legendary Sugar Daddy to his award show and made all the other sugar babies jelly.
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