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