Impulse control
Impulse control
If you slip, you'll fall in love
Alohomora your legs
We can work or we can fuck
Shush, don't even joke about your dad
She knows the drill and loves the thrill
Don't keep your hands to yourself
They need no rest, they never stop
Moan, groan and cum
Your present is down there
You are my meal
Delicate as a petal
I love helping your guys perform
A break from boys
Hope goes with everything
Up to take it elbow deep
It seems my lessons find you horny
No reason to be shy
Behind my back without me?
I want you up
Cheers mate, have a slut