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