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