Hard traces as memories
Hard traces as memories
A dick would make the picture better
You said to do whatever i want
I'll stop talking and i'll start doing
Her holes are playground for men
Tear it and make me tear up
Why so damn perfect?
Santa brought the right flavours
You intend to reach my stomach?
Is it according to your taste, miss?
Serve her a cup of tea after
She brought the good stuff
Here cums santa!