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