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