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