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