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