T’was the Night Before…

Sorry. No sugar plum fairies this year. Too expensive. (And do you really want tiny creatures–many with poor bladder control–flying around and crashing into each other in your dreams? I thought not.)

↓ Transcript
SCENE: A young woman writhes in ecstasy on a bed.

CAPTION: And visions of sugar daddies danced in her head…

No dialog

Submit a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

− 4 = 3