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