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