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