Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
Baby Nicki strolled out of the bedroom wearing boxers, scratching at his messy hair, and threw me a lopsided smile. “What the fuck are you doing?” Mommy cocked her head to the side. She wore a pretty blue and white Polk-a-dot bikini that could hardly contain her mouth-watering bussoms, with oversized white framed sunglasses covering most of her face.
“What do you mean?” Nicki asked, all confused like the dumb diaper idiot he is. Mommy snatched off her glasses to look him in the face and scoffed.
“Today is the diaper pool party! So go get in, your swimmers!”