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