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