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