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