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