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