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