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