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