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