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