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