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