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