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