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