You love making me wet, and the only way to do it is by spoiling me and treating me like the queen that I am. I tease and rub myself to the thought of you breaking the bank for me, which makes you more eager by the minute to grant my wishes and treat me like your sugar baby. Clad in a fluffy ski jacket, tight jeans, and cozy boots; I continue my bratty torment. The real question is, can you keep pace with the other spoilers or will you fall to the wayside?