She's an award herself
She's an award herself
We're hungry, papi!
She's slim but chances are big
Pick your pleasure
There you go, that's the itch
Under the mask there is a slut
If internet is out...
You have to fill your father's boots
You don't need babysitting anymore
Don't burst yet!
Can we try these positions?
The pressure must be somewhere else
This is my cake's candle, son