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