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