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