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