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