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