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