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