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