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