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