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