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