Ivy Wolfe - No Word Needed
Ivy Wolfe - No Word Needed
Serve her a cup of tea after
Is it according to your taste, miss?
Why so damn perfect?
You intend to reach my stomach?
Santa brought the right flavours
Tear it and make me tear up
You said to do whatever i want
She brought the good stuff
A dick would make the picture better
I'll stop talking and i'll start doing
Here cums santa!
Her holes are playground for men