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