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