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