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