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