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.