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