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