Mama Fiona – Your Stepmom Is A Size Queen [hot] Direct

I sat.

The master bath had candles. Not romantic candles. Utility candles. The kind that burn for 72 hours. She was sitting on the edge of the marble tub. No makeup. Hair in a messy bun. Wearing one of my dad’s old flannel shirts. She looked… dangerous. mama fiona – your stepmom is a size queen

Then he brought home Fiona.

“You’re in the ‘call an ambulance’ row.” mama fiona – your stepmom is a size queen

“Well, shit, kid. You’re not in the Goldilocks Zone.” mama fiona – your stepmom is a size queen

I tried to close the box. I swear I did. But my phone buzzed. A text from her.