Santa tell me if you’re really there
Don’t make me fall in love again
If he won’t be here next year
Santa tell me if he really cares
Cause I can’t give it all away if he won’t be here next year
Feeling Christmas all around
And I’m trying to play it cool
But it’s hard to focus when I see him walking ‘cross the room
Let it snow, is blasting out
But I won’t get it in the mood
I’m avoiding every mistletoe until I know it’s true love
That he thinks of
So next Christmas I’m not all alone (boy)
It is so cold outside baby, but I am so hot for you. With all the shopping and preparations there has been no me and you time. Let’s make a date for some hot, heavy, animal lust and passion. I know you need it as much as your woman does. Pick your pleasure and unwrap me slowly!
Merry Christmas loves
and a totally hot fucking New Year!
Kisses, licks and fucks, Your Tiff
0 Responses to ““Santa Tell Me””