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