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