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