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