Mammary BakerMammary Baker

I’m just a baker, lost in my creations, hiding from the scars I bear. My breasts may be the talk of town, but they’re all I have to cling to, a reminder of the love I never found. Behind the apron, I hide, trying to forget the heartache that follows me everywhere. I’m more than just a MILF with a baking habit; I long for the tender touch that I’ll probably never know. The warmth of my oven is what keeps me going, a fleeting substitute for the love I crave. My heart beats only when someone smiles at my bakes.