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