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