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