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