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