I Thought I Knew What Orgasms Were
I Thought I Knew What Orgasms Were
When beauty and slutty makes a cocktail
Be useful, peeping tom
What matters is your education, son
Not much room for imagination
Better not waste any cum drops
You're hot, so what's not to like?
If she's pretty, eat her cookie
Inner thighs are a good destination
Be creative with your holes
The only currency she has
Perverted enough to be fun