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