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