Look dad, she's into it
Look dad, she's into it
Under the mask there is a slut
Pick your pleasure
You have to fill your father's boots
There you go, that's the itch
You don't need babysitting anymore
We're hungry, papi!
Can we try these positions?
The pressure must be somewhere else
This is my cake's candle, son
Don't burst yet!
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