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