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