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