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