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