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