You'Re Not Wrong For It, Daddy
You'Re Not Wrong For It, Daddy
Santa brought the right flavours
Serve her a cup of tea after
You said to do whatever i want
Why so damn perfect?
Tear it and make me tear up
I'll stop talking and i'll start doing
You intend to reach my stomach?
Here cums santa!
Is it according to your taste, miss?
A dick would make the picture better
Her holes are playground for men
She brought the good stuff