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