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