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