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