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