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