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