Die 8. Sünde
Die 8. Sünde
Here cums santa!
You intend to reach my stomach?
Tear it and make me tear up
I'll stop talking and i'll start doing
You said to do whatever i want
Santa brought the right flavours
She brought the good stuff
Why so damn perfect?
Serve her a cup of tea after
Is it according to your taste, miss?
Her holes are playground for men
A dick would make the picture better