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