Die 8. Sünde
Die 8. Sünde
Is it according to your taste, miss?
Her holes are playground for men
I'll stop talking and i'll start doing
You said to do whatever i want
Serve her a cup of tea after
She brought the good stuff
Here cums santa!
Tear it and make me tear up
Santa brought the right flavours
A dick would make the picture better
You intend to reach my stomach?
Why so damn perfect?