No thoughts, just movement
No thoughts, just movement
You said to do whatever i want
Santa brought the right flavours
Why so damn perfect?
Here cums santa!
Her holes are playground for men
I'll stop talking and i'll start doing
You intend to reach my stomach?
Is it according to your taste, miss?
She brought the good stuff
A dick would make the picture better
Tear it and make me tear up
Serve her a cup of tea after