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