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