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