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