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