High fidelity – track 1: blame my ex
High fidelity – track 1: blame my ex
Let's fog up the windows
You're hot, so what's not to like?
Not much room for imagination
If she's pretty, eat her cookie
Inner thighs are a good destination
Be useful, peeping tom
The only currency she has
What matters is your education, son
Better not waste any cum drops
Let's get totally unprofessional
When beauty and slutty makes a cocktail
Be creative with your holes
Perverted enough to be fun
I'd rather be your first, stepson