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