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