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