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