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