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