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