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