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