MILFs, it’s what’s for dinner….or more like “what’s for dinner” since the perk of the whole wanting to fuck moms goes beyond their once milk filled tits another life latched on for survival. It’s more than her C-section scar, since doctors do more C-Sections than natural births because they get paid more for them, it’s more than just the blown out mom pussy recovering from passing a child like a farm animal would, it’s more than just the whole married to another man, so she’s another man’s problem so that you can focus on the good times with her for limited time since she’s busy, it’s more than their self-hatred or feelings of being damaged goods, allowing mooches like me to move in and take on the stepfather role because it means free rent and MOST IMPORTANTLY….dinner on the fucking table….so it’s not MILFS, it’s what’s for dinner…it’s MILFS…WHAT IS FOR DINNER….oh and where’s my laundry, why isn’t my soiled t-shirt ironed, you call yourself a MOTHER, am calling CHILD SERVICES on you…
Do that mom shit and direct it our way, before doing that shit that made you a mom and directing it our way…..before it’s too late because some would argue, myself included, its’ already too late….BEEN RUN THROUGH…