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