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