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