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