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