I left the home of those holiday whores, ew, they love each other - what a bore! I walked down the street and what did I see - it was the home of one Krissie Dee! And poor Michael Vegas, working overtime for a buck - when this grinch stole their presents: surely heâd know they were shit out of luck! And wouldnât you know it - things still felt light as a feather, because Christmas could never be ruined as long as they were together! Even when someone made off with all their gifts in a pouch, the best medicine for holiday blues is to make your girlfriend squirt all over the couch!

Burning Angel

Burning Angel

Burning Angel

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Burning Angel

Burning Angel

Burning Angel

Burning Angel

Burning Angel

Burning Angel

Burning Angel

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