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