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