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