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