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