Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
When you think of a Mama, you think of someone sweet and nurturing. Someone who bakes cookies and would never harm someone innocent. You think of Mama’s as a source of comfort and love but not dis bitch. This Mama has dirty little daydreams when I’m down at the park watching the boys and girls play.
All I see is dolla signs. Bouncing over every little head. So many disgusting pervs would pay me hand over fist to deliver these darlin’ little tykes. They parents ain’t even paying attention, as they scroll their phoned or gossip with each other about whose husband is fucking who. I dream and little daydream about snatching ’em up for a fat payday.
Dirty Little Daydreams
I sit and just watch. I ain’t grabbed up no one yet. But as I watch, I chew on the tips of my fingers, just thinkin’ how much easier my life would be with some fast cash. They parent’s probably wouldn’t even miss ’em, really. Not after the initial shock wore off. They might even be thankful they can go on and live their lives now without their annoying baby pullin’ on they pant leg all day and night.
Would you buy one? If I packaged one up and offered to deliver it right to you. No one would know. Just between us, right? You could tell me what you want. Age preference, gender, hair, and eye color. I’ll pick carefully and house it for a while till the seachin’ for ’em slow down. Then I can bring it to you, for a generous price, of course.
Once you got the little prize, you can do whateva the fuck you wish with it.
Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244