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