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