The prize: a codi vore story
The prize: a codi vore story
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I want performance, not excuses
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Special treatment for special privileges
Let the pussy feel neglected
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Let me guess, you want them
You had my food, now you have me
You can't and will not escape
Your holes want it
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Will you still call me after?
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
So you never had real pussy before?