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