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