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