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