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