This is my cake's candle, son
This is my cake's candle, son
I'll throw a sinful light on you
That wet mouth looks yummy
I will make it fair to you!
How do business men get down on weekends?
No hand could fill me like this
The morning smell is between thighs
Bring the pain to build the pleasure
We want so much more than kisses
Perfect as always
I bet you can serve me the special
I want to read you up close
Am i suppose to not like this?