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