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