Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Baby, It’s cold inside. As the temperature drops, your penny-pinching Mommy Kayla refuses to turn on the heat. I’m on the phone, chatting away with a friend when I come into the living room where you are watching tv. My plumb purple dress falls to above my black, nylon-covered knees. I was doing little in the way of keeping myself warm in the cold house.
I drop down next to you and tuck my toes under your ass. Seeking the warmth of your body. Instead, you look down at my toes and back up at me. I’m not speaking since you know how much Mommy hates being interrupted while I’m on the phone.