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