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