Nothing Left To Imagine
Nothing Left To Imagine
I'll stop talking and i'll start doing
She brought the good stuff
You intend to reach my stomach?
Is it according to your taste, miss?
Why so damn perfect?
Here cums santa!
Santa brought the right flavours
Serve her a cup of tea after
Her holes are playground for men
A dick would make the picture better
You said to do whatever i want
Tear it and make me tear up