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