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