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