It became a screaming contest
It became a screaming contest
Inner thighs are a good destination
Let's fog up the windows
What matters is your education, son
Be useful, peeping tom
Better not waste any cum drops
Not much room for imagination
When beauty and slutty makes a cocktail
Let's get totally unprofessional
The only currency she has
You're hot, so what's not to like?
Be creative with your holes
Perverted enough to be fun
I'd rather be your first, stepson
If she's pretty, eat her cookie