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