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