Our dirty little secret
Our dirty little secret
This is my cake's candle, son
Pick your pleasure
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?
If internet is out...
There you go, that's the itch
Don't burst yet!
She's slim but chances are big
Under the mask there is a slut
We're hungry, papi!