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