Nothing Left To Imagine
Nothing Left To Imagine
Why so damn perfect?
A dick would make the picture better
You intend to reach my stomach?
You said to do whatever i want
Here cums santa!
Her holes are playground for men
Tear it and make me tear up
Santa brought the right flavours
I'll stop talking and i'll start doing
Is it according to your taste, miss?
Serve her a cup of tea after
She brought the good stuff