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