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