Bored without us, it seems
Bored without us, it seems
You don't need babysitting anymore
If internet is out...
This is my cake's candle, son
Don't burst yet!
There you go, that's the itch
She's slim but chances are big
Pick your pleasure
You have to fill your father's boots
The pressure must be somewhere else
We're hungry, papi!
Can we try these positions?
Under the mask there is a slut