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