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