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