Never say you don't get presents, son
Never say you don't get presents, son
Today, you're the lucky man
You are my dessert, young boy
Not sure my father would approve
Part of the agency fee
Let them compete!
Slightly compelled but desiring
You wanna rub it in?
Right in the middle of the chores
It's gonna be a great day
I worked it, you stretch it
Fisting and fucking two in one
How are we doing, honey?
Damn, you are the best nanny