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