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