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