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