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