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