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