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