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