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