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