The prize: a codi vore story
The prize: a codi vore story
Words are lost too
Your holes want it
I want performance, not excuses
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
You had my food, now you have me
Ola, housekeeping!
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!
Special treatment for special privileges
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Husband couldn't fill that hole
So you never had real pussy before?