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