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