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