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