More from Aries

• The Bratty Sugar Baby

  October 17, 2025

  Aries sauntered into the luxurious penthouse apartment, her high heels clicking on the marble floor. She was a vision of young, polished seduction – raven locks cascading down her back, smoky eyes that could melt steel, and curves that begged to be devoured. At 20, she knew exactly what she wanted, and wasn’t afraid to demand it.

  Her sugar daddy, an attractive man in his late 40s, looked up from his newspaper with a knowing smirk. “Well, well, if it isn’t my little brat,” he purred, setting the paper aside. Aries stalked over, her hips swaying, and planted herself on his lap.

  “Not ‘brat’, Daddy,” she corrected, her voice a husky purr. “I prefer ‘spoiled princess’.”

  He chuckled, running a hand up her thigh. “Whatever you say, princess. You know I love spoiling you.”

  “I know,” Aries purred, leaning in to brush her lips against his ear. “That’s why I came to remind you – it’s been a whole week since my last dress, and I think it’s high time for an upgrade.”

  “Ah, my spoiled one has a taste for designer this week?” He raised an eyebrow, but there was no real annoyance in his tone. He’d long ago accepted that Aries was a force to be reckoned with.

  “Of course,” she said, nipping at his earlobe. “I’m thinking Chanel or Dior this time. Something that shows off my assets.”

  Her sugar daddy laughed, hands smoothing over her curves. “Always thinking about how to get more attention, aren’t you?”

  Aries grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Someone has to keep you on your toes, Daddy.”

  They bantered back and forth, a familiar dance of give and take, until finally, he relented with a sigh. “Fine, brat. I’ll take you shopping tomorrow. But in the meantime… why don’t you show me just how appreciative you are?”

  Aries’ eyes sparkled with amusement and lust. She stood, shedding her jacket to reveal a black lace bra and matching thong that left little to the imagination. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  She sank to her knees, undoing his pants with deft fingers. His cock sprang free, already half-hard with anticipation. Aries wrapped her lips around the head, sucking softly as she began to work him in and out of her mouth.

  Her sugar daddy groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair. “That’s it, baby girl… take your Daddy’s cock deep.”

  Aries complied, bobbing her head and hollowing her cheeks as she sucked him with relentless enthusiasm. The air was thick with the musky scent of sex and the sound of his pleasure.

  After several minutes of enthusiastic oral, Aries pulled back, her lips glistening. “Want me to ride you, Daddy?” she asked, her voice breathy with desire.

  He nodded, guiding her up and onto his lap. Aries positioned herself over his erection, sinking down slowly until he filled her completely. She began to move, riding him with a skill that came from years of practice.

  Their bodies moved in perfect sync, Aries’ breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust. The sounds of wet flesh and their mutual pleasure filled the room, growing louder as they both neared the edge.

  Aries clenched around him, her inner walls rippling in a stunning climax. Her sugar daddy followed suit, driving up into her one final time as he spilled deep inside her.

  They collapsed together, sweat-drenched and panting, Aries resting her head on his chest. “Thank you, Daddy,” she murmured, a satisfied smile on her lips.

  He stroked her hair, still catching his breath. “You’re welcome, princess. Now, get some rest. We have a big day of shopping ahead of us.”

  Aries giggled, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “I can’t wait, Daddy. You know I always get what I want in the end.”

  And as she drifted off to sleep in his arms, it was clear – Aries was a brat, and she always would be. But her sugar daddy wouldn’t have it any other way.

• Deep Throating is Her Kink

  October 15, 2025

  Aries‘ eyes sparkled with mischief as she flitted around the lavish penthouse apartment, a perennial aura of insatiable lust surrounding her like a second skin. At just 19, the fiery brunette had an appetite for pleasure that knew no bounds, and her sugar daddy, Reginald, was more than happy to indulge her every whim.

  As Reginald lay sprawled upon the plush velvet sofa, his eyes roamed over Aries’ curves, drinking in the sight of her tight sweatpants hugging her plump ass and the way her tank top clung to her full breasts. His cock stirred in his tailored slacks, already primed for the sensual assault about to ensue.

  “Aries, my dear,” Reginald purred, his voice low and husky. “I’ve been thinking… perhaps a little entertainment before dinner?”

  Aries’ grin widened, her teeth gleaming in the soft glow of the setting sun. She sauntered over to him, her hips swaying with each step, and dropped to her knees before the sofa.

  “Whatever you desire, sugar daddy,” she cooed, her warm breath tickling Reginald’s crotch. “I’m always ready to please you.”

  Reginald chuckled, his hand coming to rest on the back of Aries’ head as he guided her forward. “Ah, but that’s the thing, mysweet… sometimes the simplest pleasures bring the most delight.”

  With a knowing smirk, Aries began to unbuckle Reginald’s belt, her nimble fingers working with practiced ease. As his trousers fell open, she reached in and wrapped her slender hand around his throbbing erection, giving it a slow, deliberate squeeze.

  “Mmm, you’re so hard already,” Aries purred, her eyes locked onto the thick length of manhood now free from its constraints. “I just love the way you feel in my hand.”

  Reginald let out a low groan, his fingers tangling in Aries’ raven locks as he guided her closer. “Go on then, let’s see that sweet mouth of yours do its magic,” he growled, his restraint wearing thin.

  Obediently, Aries leaned in, her hot breath washing over Reginald’s engorged tip before she parted her plush lips and took him into the warm, velvet cavern of her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head, lapping up the pre-cum beading at the slit as she began to bob her head, taking him deeper with each downward motion.

  Reginald’s hiss of pleasure filled the room as Aries worked her magic, her talented throat muscles massaging his shaft with an eagerness that bordered on worship. She relished the taste of him, the feel of him throbbing against her palate, and the way he reacted to her ministrations, his hips bucking up to meet her fervent mouth.

  Aries was a deep-throating prodigy, and Reginald felt the familiar tightness as she swallowed around him, her lips sealing around his base and creating a sublime vacuum that nearly drove him mad with lust. Panting now, she pulled back just enough to catch her breath before diving back in with renewed fervor.

  Reginald’s hands fisted in Aries’ hair as he began to thrust into her mouth, the sounds of their passion filling the air – the slick gluck of saliva and precum, Aries’ muffled moans, and Reginald’s guttural grunts. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, his climax building at the base of his spine like a storm on the horizon.

  “Aries, fuck – I’m going to—”

  But Aries was already there, her own pleasure spiraling out of control as she succumbed to the pure, unadulterated ecstasy of giving her sugar daddy head. With a final, powerful suck, she sent Reginald careening over the edge, his hot seed spurting down her throat as he shuddered and groaned, surrendering to the divine sensation of her mouth milking him dry.

  As Reginald’s orgasm subsided, Aries pulled back, a satisfied smirk playing on her kiss-swollen lips. She licked her lips clean, savoring the residual tang of Reginald’s essence on her tongue.

  “Delicious, as always,” she purred, gazing up at Reginald with eyes that smoldered like molten embers. “Now, shall we see what other delightful ‘entertainment’ you have in mind for this evening?”