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