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