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