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