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