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