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