Bred Winner

The woman I crave just moved into the house across the street to be the nanny.
Big tits, big hips — damn she makes me hard.
Running my chain of auto-shops means I’m a busy man. Problem is I have no one to share my success with.
When Molly needs a cup of sugar, she comes knocking on my door.
She’s asking for something sweet, but her eyes tells me she wants something filthy.
I can see it now: her in my kitchen, barefoot and pregnant — ready for me to bring home the bacon.