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