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