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