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