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