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