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