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