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