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