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