No one cares about your makeup, honey
No one cares about your makeup, honey
This is my cake's candle, son
She's slim but chances are big
There you go, that's the itch
You don't need babysitting anymore
Don't burst yet!
Pick your pleasure
Under the mask there is a slut
You have to fill your father's boots
We're hungry, papi!
Can we try these positions?
The pressure must be somewhere else
If internet is out...