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