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