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