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